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“Class, this is Syl Clairen,” Mrs. Jyley introduces the tall, chestnut haired girl standing at the front of the class. “Say ‘hi’ Syl.” “Hi,” Syl says, looking at her shoes as if they are the most interesting item in the whole class. That wouldn’t be an overstatement, though. The bland room can’t hold a candle against her shoes. They are orange converse with shoelaces that look like they were tie-dyed with sharpies.
“Why don’t you sit down next to Zelda,” Mrs. Jyley gestures to the vacant desk next to me. “Go on, she’s friendly,” she prompts, when Syl hesitates.
Syl walks down the aisle to her desk, carrying a duct tape covered notebook under one arm. When she sits down, she glances at me . I jolt in surprise flabbergasted when I catch her gaze.
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The ever present noise of cars zooming past, and lights of New York City seems to fade away. The sirens of police following a robber coming from a bank, or a fire truck, or an ambulance, all disappear leaving me with my breath and quickening pulse. Abruptly, the discomfort surges. A creature illuminated by a blue haze flickers into sight. Its feet are swollen, with yellow pus oozing from the cuts all over them. Hunched over, the only other part I can see is its back (not that it was better) which is covered in a mess of giant purple sores. As I watch, one pops, releasing a spurt of green liquid.
Just as quickly as the being appears, it vanishes. Suddenly, flashing closer, I topple my chair when I jump up. The noise draws the animal’s attention and it looks at me, or tries to. The face is eerily similar to a human’s. Nose smushed into a grotesque feature, eyes white with the lids black like they are frostbitten. The mouth is yellow, cracked, and drooling bloody saliva. I grab my baseball bat from my desk. When I turn around, a split second later, it is gone. Slowly, I climb into bed, completely worn out. That whole night I do not find a wink of
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
It's Nine Eleven, and the sun is just starting to come up. Everyone in town are at the Twin Towers. The planes just crashed into the buildings, and now the Twin Towers are on fire. The people from the fire station aren't for sure if they can put it out. The fire was pretty big. There were pieces of the building flying everywhere, and it was on fire!
“GET AWAY!”, Eleven screamed as the scientists were getting closer and closer to her. Ever since Eleven was a kid, she knew she wasn’t normal, but she didn’t realize she was this abnormal. She didn’t know what was so special about her that scientist would want to keep her in a cell. After several days, she was furious at the scientists so she screeched so loud that the lights flickered, the windows shattered, and the guards dropped dead. Before the police were contacted she fled. Without hesitation, she ran until she found Mike, a boy that looked about the same age as her.
When I walked in Ms. Shannon’s class I introduced myself and told the kids to pretend I wasn’t in the class. I sat in the back an...
When the creature was brought back to life, it was like an infant. It only has the basic sensations, “I felt light, hunger, and thirst, and darkness” (74). The creature is not born evil. It was called monster simply because it has an awful appearance. Although the creature is monster outside, it has a benevolent heart inside. As the creature learns language from the cottagers, it starts to read. After it absorbs knowledge from the books, it despises killing. “When I heard details of vice and bloodshed, my wonder ceased and I turned away with disgust and loathing” (84). The creature’s attitude shows readers that it is not a slayer at the beginning. Also, the creature says, “I admired virtue and good feelings and loved the gentle manners and amiable quantities of my cottagers” (84). It is obvious that the books and kind cottagers shape the creature into a humanized being. Besides, the act of saving a drowning girl from a precipitous river indicates that the creature is actually a good being. However, people never try to look under its ugly appearance. When the creature proceeds to a village, where people attack it. Felix, one of the kind cottagers, drives the creature away immediately at the first sight of it. The man who plays with the drowning girl shoot the creature when it approaches to them. After all these rejections, the creature’s world falls
I made my will and eggshell encasing the monster’s fur so that the hollow hairs could not draw. I never let up willing its size smaller, its hair to retract, until by dawn the Sitting Ghost temporarily disappeared…. The sitting ghost has many wide black mouths. It is dangerous. It is real. Most ghost make sure brief and gauzy appearances that eyewitnesses doubt their own sightings. This one conjure up enough substance to sit solidly throughout a night. It is a serious ghost, not at all playful… It does not bother with tricks. It wants lives”
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
It was November 5th, 2013 – it was my cross country league meet. I was running the hardest, the fastest, and with more intensity than I have ran with the first three years of my cross country career combined. It was the hardest course in Michigan, but it seemed easy to me as I practiced on it every other day. The competition was at least thirty seconds behind me as the three-story hill was too big of a challenge for them. The screams and cheering of the crowd fueled my adrenaline and I hit my runner’s high. I had tackled the hill for the final time and the crowd was screaming louder than I have ever heard, which caused me to power up the hill, then I stopped in my tracks. I realized what they were screaming about. There was someone, or something, hunched over my coach’s body. It looked human, but there was something off about the figure. The “thing” turned around and looked at me. It was pale, fit, had red eyes, and was covered in my coach’s blood and intestines. My heart stopped. What the hell? Then, I ran. It chased me. I didn’t have time to think about where I was going or what I had just seen, I just ran as fast as I could and as far as I could get. I heard screaming from the other runners and other onlookers, and when I glanced back to see if the thing was behind me, it wasn’t. I ended up in the parking lot, hotwired an older car (by popping
Her first few classes go great and she really likes them. It’s the last class of the day and she gets there early but there is already someone sitting in the front row. Seeing that he seems like an organized person Tessa sits down beside him.
The blur of people screaming at me, my mother grabbing me and running away, the panicked hands and faces as I was pulled upstairs were still a blur in my mind. Since then I had avoided the place, but as a new adolescent it has become a mandatory task. The creature stared at us with tears running down its face, and it pointed at us.
I don’t know what it is, but my curiosity gets the better of me so I go to check it out. I am face to face with this blue creature. His skin is smooth and I can see through it. I get closer still, this time I think I am too close, because the world around me is now blue. I think this creature has decided to eat me, and to think, he seemed so little and non-threatening. The air seems to be getting thinner. I know I must get out of here, but how? I scratch him with my hands and feet. If he feels anything, he does not show it. I bite him with all my might, surly he will feel this and let me go. Nothing, this creature is tough. I am getting sleepy. I guess this adventure has taken more out of me then I thought. I will rest my eyes and try to think of another way out, if there even is a way out. Loud footsteps startle me awake. I hear Jessie’s voice. She has come to rescue me. She gets me out of the blue creature, but then she starts yelling at me. I make out parts of what she has to
In a blur of movement, the creature jolted from its original location, quickly propelling its body in an almost flailing like motion right along the side of our bed until it was less than half a foot away from my wife’s face. The creature was absolutely silent for about 20 seconds (or probably more like 5, but it felt like an eternity) staring at my wife. The creature then touched its gnarled hand to her knee and suddenly fled in a manic way into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
I briefly pause amid several small, circular stainless steel tables and matching metallic armchairs which cover the sidewalk in front of the shop and notice a familiar looking figure sitting in one of the three chairs in front of the right window. The petite young woman dressed in khakis and a black sweater appears relaxed with her feet resting in one of the chairs and a white mug of coffee on a paper napkin beside her on the table. Glancing up and seeing me, she folds a canvas-covered sketchbook before introducing herself.
In 4th grade, I realized that a green-eyed monster lurked deep inside my subconscious. It resided in a virtual labyrinth -- unpredictable. For as long as I could recall, it remained lost to where it did not even seem to exist, lethargic through its loss of purpose. However, after a mad trend surged into my childhood, it found its source of nourishment and jolted into action - sprinting from corner to corner. Fueled not by its own will but rather mines, it desperately sought to find an exit into my mind. Once it did and could roam freely, it transformed itself into a demonic parasite and transformed me into its host.
After a few minutes, the pounding behind my eyes subsided and I sat up in my bed. After a few moments, I opened my eyes only to be struck with fear. He stood in the corner of my room. Black tentacle-like tendrils began protruding from His back. Black fuzz along with the sound of hushed, raspy child-like voices began growing around the tendrils.