“Okay. So, you saw my teleporting power, I call it Flash Dash.” I rubbed my forehead. Even though she did not shine brightly anymore, just the thought of her flash gave me a headache. “Is it possible to control the brightness of your teleporting? It’s so bright.” “I’m afraid not. I tried. But I do have another power I like to call Razzle Dazzle. How it’s done is I either have to look at an image or images of what I want to wear or look like or what I looked like earlier. The time when Nikki hurt my face and I got a black eye, I thought about how my face was before, waved my hand over my face, then tada! My face was perfect. I don’t know what kind of power that was, the kind that eases your pain and misery. Empathy? I don’t know.” “I had to use a spell to make myself beautiful and you have powers.” …show more content…
“Wow! How’d you discover that?” “Well, I read a spell in the magic book….” “When I asked her not to…” “Then I heard Veronica’s scream coming from her room. I am not a-hundred percent sure how it happened, but I think ‘cause I wanted to git in her room, and the door was locked, my arm went through it.” “Awesome.” Sinead crossed her arms and put her foot on the wall. “I only have one power? This sucks.” Faith looked at her, “You might have others and you just haven’t discovered them yet.” We stared at the floor in awkward silence. I raised an eyebrow, “Does this mean we’re friends now?” Skyler shrugged. “I guess?” Sinead raised a finger, “To be fair, I never disliked you two. It’s Skyler I can’t stand.” The lights flickered again, “popped!” and blew out. We screamed. Skyler teleported in a bright light again. I covered my eyes. It was completely dark in the bathroom now until Sinead pulled out a lighter. No, it was not a lighter. It was her thumb in the form of a lighter. We could not see each other very well, but we did not need to see each other to know who spoke. “Cool!” Faith said. Like that. “I guess we’ll see you
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
“He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside.”
Loraine continued, “Your spirit fills the room just as the paintings do. Haven't you noticed, you've captured the eye of everyone here?"
She quickly finished cleaning and went to bed to get some rest, as she lay in bed she turned on her phone and could see that her social media accounts were blowing up with the search for the mystery senior that had Tristan going crazy. The minute that he posted a tweet that said he had her cap almost everyone in the entire school had replied saying it was theirs. This made Armani laugh and thinking nothing of it she replied with a comment “wonder who’s” with that she went to
...ants to get away from him. She pretends to hang herself and he came to her room and found her. He revealed a plan to bomb the school and everyone in it. Veronica tried to save everyone by confronting JD at the school during a pep rally. She was able to save everyone except JD, who strapped a bomb to himself and blew himself up outside the school.
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
“Your daughters... But they don't look nothing like you” Lucy asks bewildered her tears already forgotten.
You sneeze. Geez! This place is getting on your nerves, that is, if they won’t freeze. Sans was walking next to you, helping you out as you go. There’s been monsters coming at you left and right, and he’s always seemed so nervous about how you ‘FIGHT’ or rather ‘ACT’. It’s kinda weird. Like he was expecting you to do something else. He’s been really weird about everything, actually. He even keeps calling you ‘Frisk’ by accident. You would correct him, but now you’ve learned to respond to the name. All in all, he tries to hide everything with a pun or two, but there’s something off about him, and you dare say that you were going to get to the bottom of it.
“Why pray tell, do you want to know about fairies?” She
I really haven't been writing this years at all but i've been writing on some journal entries that ask me all different questions on different stuff. Only reason why is because i haven't really been there for the writing because i came to the school almost beginning of april and since then we haven't really wrote anything and i just got suspended like 2 weeks ago and so ya i really haven't been there for nothing.
She started running at me and I screamed. And she bit me and ripped off a piece of Jacob’s shoulder. Then the door opened and the police started shooting. And then Martha ran at them and then everything was going blurry and Jacob said softly, “Please don’t... Please....” Then everything went black.
I am not the kind of person who talks or writes much. Putting my thoughts on papers is something I have always struggled with doing. I believe this class will help me improve on transferring my thoughts to paper, in an organized fashion. I look forward to becoming a better writer because of this class.
The last thing I remember was the explosion. Confused “why didn’t the townspeople like the truth?” The ashes that were produced by the explosion full my lungs, so I left. Before I get you up to date with this catastrophic event, let me kindly introduce myself. My names is Henry Adams, I live in this small town by the mountains, where we're known for only thing, coal. The people here all lives simple lives, unfortunately we don’t mine for coal anymore, we have no need for it, we already have plenty coals that has been already mined from the last generation. Strangely no seem to talk about it and when the topic is brought up, most likely from me, people will get weird out and quickly change the topic.
“Light always hurts before it helps,” he answered. “Step closer. The pain will soon pass.”
Lana stood frozen, her fists clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. After a moment she slowly opened one eye, and then the other. There was shattered glass all over the lobby reaching as far as the stairs. She looked down and saw the chandelier on the ground around her. She had slipped right through the hole in the center of it.