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The Trans- Alleghany Insane Asylum It started on a weekend in May, our school decided to plan a field trip to a mysterious building in the western part of Virginia. Don’t ask me why though—we’re all surprised they even considered it. The funny thing is, our school hasn’t taken a field trip in three years, and this is the first placed they decided to go to. The whole situation was quite strange. After a class of eighth graders went to a zoo, the principle has not allowed anyone to go on a…

I took the elevator down to the lobby to get breakfast then go back up to my room and watch TV. The food choices are lame considering this is a star hotel in Los Angeles and in the hills overlooking the city. I was watching TV then, this advertisement and came across the screen and said come out to Venice Beach to watch the 25 annual weightlifting competition. I was very curious about this competition and gave them a call. “ Good morning this is mike hosting the 25th annual weightlifting…

to get ready for today. 8:00 A.M. When I go downstairs for breakfast, I see that my roommates; Kallie, Amber, and Stephanie are already there and waiting for me. We prepare some california rolls for breakfast and eat together in the living room. The living room has the latest gaming tech and a tv that covers the entire wall. We all watch…

approached the door he flicked the locked, laughing and locking me out. His mom tapped him on the hand and he unlocked the door pushing it open allowing me to enter into the house. As I walked through the door he ran to his room. Dilan peaked around the corner and runs back into the living room and hugs me saying “Hey, what you doing at my house?” I don’t answer, just smile and take a seat on the couch. He then runs into the kitchen grab a juice from the fridge. He comes back and sit beside me…

nothing was stolen and there were no signs of forced entry. Two days later, the story became stranger. In our living room, we have several toy blocks with letters on them arranged on our shelf. DH and I sleep right next to the living room, and my DH is a very light sleeper, so no one could have…

Ugh, the stench. The smell overwhelmed my nostrils, and a sour taste collected in the back of my throat. It looked even worse. The room seemed more like a Banksy museum—if Banksy museums were filled with half empty cup noodles, emptied out yogurt cups, and half eaten donuts. It’s hard to imagine that a human did this. As I pushed the window wide open, I thought to myself “I don’t get paid enough for this.” Said every housekeeper ever. Collect the trash. Turn off the air conditioner. I looked…

I can remember the day so well. My dad, sister and I had just returned from an overnight hunting trip. The sun had shone its warm light for the past eight hours already, and my eyes felt as though lead weights were weighing them down. Happy to be home, we grabbed our bags and headed into the house. The moment we walked in, I heard a sharp, piercing sound coming from my bathroom. I knew there was only one thing that could make such a pitiful wail. I dashed down the hall as fast as my chubby…

Mitchell, Georgia has a population of about 250; five being my family. I have lived in Mitchell for my whole life. Love floods the atmosphere with every step on Main Street. From trick-or-treating, to yard sales, to the annual Mitchell Spring Fest, the city houses countless family traditions. The tattered, elderly buildings and what seems to be ancient railroad tracks tell their own stories and prove the city has a heart of its own. With a blink, Mitchell would be missed entirely, but within the…

After a few moments, I walk back to the bathroom, and put my dress back on. But as I'm walking out of the Hospital itself, I get the buzzing sensation in my head. This time, I check who it is before I connect it "Hi Uncle Liam, I'm on my way" I say thinking he's checking to see how much longer I'm going to be. "Change of plans Sophie we have a situation" He says in a serious tone. "What's wrong?" I ask him sounding worried. c "The wolves from Aces pack, the ones he left behind,…

In seventh grade, I tripped in the dead middle of the stage in front of my entire class on the way to receive an academic award. Mortified, I held it together, threw up a peace sign to the speechless crowd, shook my principals hand, and exited stage, laughing (nervously... but still). In eighth grade, I squeezed my mom’s hand through every appointment after she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer, never allowing myself to fall apart. In ninth grade, the girl that sat next to me in Spanish was…