Stairway

It was a night like most others in the abandoned ghost town. All I saw was darkness and shadows creeping around every corner. I heard the howls of coyotes and the hooting of owls through the midnight air. The whistling wind rang the rusty, wind chimes dangling from the old run-downed mansion. The sign above read “Muddy Creek Manor”. I was only seventeen years old when I first seen it. Everyone use to go there to hang out. It was a beautiful place. A few years ago, I came back to reminisce but…

Collision Conclusion Pieces of shattered, jagged glass surrounded me as I tasted the downpour of salty tears streaming down my face. I looked around appalled while the wet, gelid air moistened my hair and wondered; what would I do next? I had no control over what had just happened, but after a while, I knew everything was going to be okay. Like I always say, “weather good or bad, everything happens for a reason; the only thing we need to remember is to focus on the positive.” That day was like…

We went to the Philbrook Museum and my best friend Ashley and I went out checking everything out. Somehow we made it down to the basement and found a door with caution tape all over it with signs saying,” DO NOT ENTER’. But of course with us being us, we went inside anyway. Upon entering the room we observe old, dusty, tombs laying around. Then all of a sudden the electric goes out and it goes pitch black. After a few seconds the generators come on and the lights come back on but are very dim. I…

Jimmy At 3:00 in the morning (haunting hour) I heard screaming downstairs and I went to go see what it was, but I kept getting stuck in all those blankets that I had on my bed. When I finally got out of bed and went down the stairs. It was to dark to see so I had to struggle to find the light switches,but when I did I found my parents dead on the ground with their heads dangling from the celing and their eyes rolling back. I also saw a bloody knife on the ground next to them. I had no time to…

“This just in we hear that NASA is trying to make contacts with an object that supposedly has life in it.” “This is just getting way to weird for me now.” murmured the waitress at Le Anne Jemima The man sitting next to us interrupted her saying “there ain't no way that it's true this is Fake.” Once me and my friend finish off our burgers after discussing if we should be worried about these possible life forms heading towards us. We decided we should just pay for our bill and not take any…

In the stairway, they always meet midway, at first it is just that – a meeting. The start of their bond started in the stairway, this may be attributed to the trope of a “stairway to heaven”, but every time they do cross paths both would be going on the opposite of the other. Hence, depicts the tension of as much they meet at a middle ground…

The night, cold and young, was motionless. Nothing, not a single mouse scurried down the street, the wind stood still, the moon covered by clouds, only poking out from behind the clouds for a split second. Suddenly, something scuttled down a shadowy alley, cold pushing its warm skin back. Lamps flickered as it ran by, climbing walls and jumping from ledge to ledge from above. A woman changing in her room with the window opened screamed when she saw it for a split second, before being torn to…

In the dark and gloomy house, the walls were damp and old; the carpet was full of a thick layer of dust that had been collected over the dozens of years. Surrounded by emptiness, the breeze was gushing through the walls everywhere you went there was a draught. The smell of mouldy milk made my stomach churn. All you can see around you is antique dolls, dusty old fashioned furniture and cobwebs intertwined everywhere. The house was hidden in the bewildered forest it looked abandoned like it had…

There are three things that all gentlemen fear. A night without a moon. A storm in the sea. And the anger of a gentlemen. But there is a new thing that should be added to that list, the death, or almost death, of a loved one and someone you hold close to your heart. There was one point where I experienced one of my friends getting stabbed. He almost died, but another friend helped him. Like the play ‘Romeo and Juliet’ took a course over three days. Mine, only happened over the course of thirty…

Title: Bullicide Type: Short story As I scurried down the hallway, I was daunted, terrified, petrified. The danger was undoubtedly and irrevocably real. Despite my eyes facing downcast, the cheerleaders cackles rang in my ears-snickering at my social status, guffawing at my lack of friends, chortling at the fact that I was failing classes and had no hope in the future for anything. Encompassing me, students whispered and watched as I passed by and if I had spun to face the other way I would…