Death growl

It was cold and ordinary evening on March 5, 1770, when I was walking down King street with my friend Henry. As were walking past the Custom House a young wig maker's apprentice walked up to a British soldier and insulted him because he had not payed for a wig. Another British soldier had walked out and scolded the young boy for disrespecting a British soldier. The boy exchanged insults with the soldier so he pulled out his musket and struck the boy on the side of the head. A stream of chills rushed through my body when I witnessed that. He fell on the cold, snowy ground crying in pain. This attracted a crowd of people that grew larger and more boisterous as people began to yell at the British soldiers. The church bells were rung, which usually means that there is a fire, bringing more and more people out. By the time the bells stopped, there were over fifty people gathered together, yelling and scolding the soldiers who had their muskets loaded and pointing at the crowd. I stood to the side because I would never want to have a gun pointed at me. I knew something was going to happen because some folks in the crowd started to pick up stones and make snowballs. As I predicted, the crowd started to throw sticks, stones, and snowballs at the Lobsterbacks. The two soldiers began to back up against the Custom House for they could get in a somewhat safer position. The British soldiers called for assistance. In a less than a minute, twenty-nine more soldiers came running into the…

I was heartbroken, for the first time in my life. We were walking back to our houses from our neighborhood Christmas party. It was the 3 of us; Emily, Margs, and me. We have been friends forever because we all lived close together; but in school we all were in different friend groups. In school it was as if we didn’t even know each other. We were all talking about what we wanted for Christmas. I asked Emily, “Don’t you want a dog?” She answered “Of course, but my stupid brother is allergic to…

Screaming fans and the aroma of popcorn filling the air at the football game. Looking up into the stands, I can see the support from all the student section fans and how proud they are of the team they are supporting. I see a loud, obnoxious yelling fool, he obviously thinks he is the coach. There is also the guy that is sitting down not cheering but patiently watching to see if the team is going to come through or not. Differences surround the football field, and that is what makes up the…

It was a cold night in Linesville Valley. The sky was a very dark blue and calm, with a few sparkling stars. There were no birds chirping, no cars roaming the old streets. Downtown, many people were in the large Quentin’s Movie House, watching the monster movies Them! and The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms. Suddenly, a sound was heard. It wasn’t some cheap fifties’ gimmick; it was something real. It was heard by everyone in town. Families tried to adjust the antennae of their static-stricken sets.…

With all the home projects completed upstairs, construction began on the two bedrooms in the basement that would house all five girls. Max and Hanna had to make numerous trips to the department and hardware stores to purchase home furnishings and building materials. On occasion, they took all seven children, making them wait in the car while they shopped. Other times, a sitter was hired to tend to this rambunctious bunch. Types of babysitters evolved as they grew older. One time, the babysitter…

We all love screaming. So why don’t we do it more? I’ll tell you why! It’s because it is not socially acceptable, and that is really quite horrible, because there are so many positives to screaming. I’m sure that I am not the only one who thinks that it’s not fair that when a child screams, it’s completely normal, or at least not completely unheard of. Yet, if basically anyone older than 6 or 7 were to scream in public, they would be judged, or stared at by complete strangers, and that needs to…

everything including people into stone figures. Their plan was out of pure anger and ill-advised because our village was destroyed with no one dead. However, what followed was much worse. Our people fled to Rome knowing they could not just make a new home out of nothing. When we arrived, word had already traveled by sea and we were greeted with militant forces sent to capture us. They are aware that steel in the joints and iron will disrupt the elemental energy holding the titans together and…

The endless scream has woken me up again but this time the scream seems more quite, what it seems like a person has screamed for so long they had lost their voice, yet they continued screaming. As that time I lifted up my head, on my left is what seemed to be construction tools with blood on their tips. The room smelled like blood that has been left there for a while. As I turned my head to the right the next thing I knew was and guard with and white apron punched me, and screaming in my ears of…

“Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no! This is going to be bad I know it will!” I think. The internet is down so I can’t do any research either! I need to stop and think of all the possibilities it could be. “Not a volcano, not an earthquake, not a mudslide, not a tsunami, not a drought. That leaves Tornado and Hurricane. Great I’m back to these two again. We’re not that close to the ocean so that leaves tornado. I didn’t think we could get those up here!” I consider. I have to warn people! But how? I…

After the song finished, the two was being shot at by someone next to the crowd. People were screaming and scattering to leave the exit. The Duke and Shadow started to flee to the back stage. While they are running for their lives, Duke turns around and noticed that there are two men chasing them with guns in their hands and were shooting at them. "GET BACK HERE, PUNK ASS MOTHERFUCKERS!" Yelled one of the armed men. "TALKING ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT US BLOODS!" "IT'S JUST A SONG, ASSHOLES!" Yelled…