Annabel Sheila said...
Title: Back At Ya
The path to the front door was dark, littered with decaying leaves, as we approached the steps. Our exertion was hardly worth the meagre treat we might fetch from the old man, but there weren’t many houses in our country location and our bounty would be limited, so in silence we pushed forward. We’d been playing Halloween tricks on the old man for the past two years without getting caught, but at twelve years of age that stuff was beneath our level of maturity now. The front door was ajar, and lying on the floor just inside in a pool of red was old man Sawyer, with a huge knife sticking out of his head. In terror we stared at the gory sight in front of us, rooted to the spot with fear. Suddenly the old man sat up, “Back at ya”, was all we heard behind our hastily retreating backs.
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Here is mine.
Vibrating, the gun glides acrossed her skin, leaving a trail of color mixed with blood. Slowly, the image of the sleeping angel emerges like unearthed buried treasure from the depths of the skin on her back. The pain is nothing compared to that she felt at the loss of her real angel. She smiles slowly and teary-eyed at the results of her hour-long wait lying facedown on a table, her shoulder and arm numb from immobility. Finally, after ten long years, she is satified. Her lost angel in now immortal.
There are many reasons why this girl is laying in this hospital bed so limp. Understand that if you have ever had a friend that drank and drive then you would totally understand why this girl is in such bad shape. The boy who had been drinking and driving was perfectly fine after the crash the only thing wrong with him was a concussion and a few cuts here and there on his tan, dark body. Although this boy is terribly sorry for what he did he can't put his finger on it why he would ever drink and drive, but then he knew that in order to be liked by the cool kids he had to and since he had a girl with him everyone thought he was way cooler. He realizes that the reason this girl is laying pale and limp is all because he decided to be cool one night which was a terrible mistake. Now this girl lying there in a coma almost dead, but wait the monitor the line is flat she is gone and its all his fault.
Here's Mine:
The night is like a scene from a horror movie; it's dark, cold, and foggy, I'm engulfed in a forest of dead trees and I can feel them catching up to me, no matter how far or how fast I run away, whenever I look back they're there. It's like I can feel their warm, disgusting breath on the back of my neck. I finally can't run anymore, I pause for a second, just a quick second, and I close my eyes, and as I open them, I know right away that they're surrounding me, moving in closer and closer forming a tight circle. The hoods they wear cast a shadow on their gray, undead-like faces. They stop, the biggest one moves in closer to me, with his arm outstretched, trying to grab me as I turn frantically looking for a way out. As his cold, wrinkly, hand comes out of the sleeve of the tattered robe and grabs me by the arm, I jolt up, sweating and out of breath, gasping for air. It was only a nightmare.
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