“We have to, it is the only way we will survive!” Says the man at the head of the table. His eyes are white, his hair pitch black, shoulder length with long whips of silver. He is fairly young, with a full beard and nice clothes.

“But sir! This is dangerous! What will we do if we don’t have them? What if this does not work the way we wish it to?” Says a man in front of the black haired man. This ...

A woman is being held hostage by a man, another man is on the other side of them, being tied to a stake. The woman is crying and screaming, yelling for the man to let her go. The man dose not let go. The scene is being played out in someone’s house. The windows were broken into, the glass was on the floor. Against the wall stood thee family pet, a small corgi, with its tail down, wimpering into th...

The autumn leaves fall, with pumpkins sitting on the porch, I grab my rusted orange coat, excited to go to the maze. The cream yellow corn stalks, blowing in the breeze, not being able to see above the corn maze. Not knowing what’s around the corner. The pumpkin latte when you escape. Cold breeze on your face. The leaves falling on your car window. Cuddles under a orange blanket with a good book. ...

“We shooting?…”

“No.. wait,”

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“On air in 3…2…1…Action”

“Today we are covering a story of a mysterious town gone missing 5 years ago. The habitants of this town, roughly 4,000 people, missing within a week of living here” *gestures to the abandoned town behind*

“No family members of the missing came in contact with the missing. The community simply disappearing.”

“Walking through this town ...

“What did you do?!” he yelled at me. I looked him in the eyes. “I-I killed him…?” “Yes-Yes no shit you did.” All I could look at was his body on the tanbark. The blood pooling from his head and torso. We were silent, looking at Jacks life less body. I looked at The boy. The boy didn’t return the eye contact. “You know I didn’t mean too right?” i whispered counting my breaths. “I-I know you didn’t ...

We had just moved in. Its the brick house on the corner of the street in Bidgetown, Verginia. It was built back in the 1910’s by a french man named Pierre Dubois, who imigrated to america in 1908. Don’t ask me how I know this, this is of course, a story told by my mother, about the place. We were moving here for the purpous of a fresh start. My Father and Older Sister had died earlier that year. T...

August 14th : She did it. She did what we swore we’d never do. She broke that part. And I don’t know why. Her mother had found the razors on the bathroom sink. Still covered with her blood. They didn’t know what to do. Your not meant to figure out what to do when your daughter committed suicide in the bathtub.

August 17th : I didn’t want to know anything. But I was. I knew her pain and understoo...

“Wait wait! I Didn't kill her!” I screamed in panic as the officers took me away from the courtroom. The officers were not listening to my screaming. No one thought anything of me, other than I was a murderer. They think I killed my best friend! I would never! She was my whole world! My mother and my father stood in the courtroom, watching me scream and cry with not even an ounce of sympathy on th...

Who are you?!” She screams at me. I stand there at the door confused and uncertain. I had just got home from work. Or at least I think that’s what she believes. I'm Imprisonable. The one and only superhero that works with the FBI and police force. I lift my hand, “Its okay, Im just Jacy?” I say trying to calm her down. “No, no, WHO ARE YOU?!”. At this point, tears are spilling down her cheeks. “Wh...

His skin is pale, unlike anyone else’s. He’s slimy, dark and quiet. He waked aimlessly toward you, with an umbrella in his hand, even though it’s not raining. Your unable to move while he keeps coming closer and closer. By now you can se his dark painless eyes, and his green tone of skin. Without stopping, he keeps comming closer and closer until your noses are practically touching. He stairs into...