Even on sunny days, the house seemed to sag like a sad, lonely man with drooped shoulders. Just a few flecks of yellow paint were left on it-- reminders of a happier time, when children used to play in its yard. It all started on October 30, in a big house in a small town called Fairview.
It was a late Friday night when the Montgomery family saw Fairview’s welcome sign. Their valise bounced up and down as they drove on the rocky roads of Fairview. It was exactly eight o’clock when they drove into their driveway. As they got into their new home, they noticed all the cracks on the walls, dusty floors, and mice running everywhere. They started unpacking and cleaning until Jessica, the oldest child, noticed a strange man like shadow outside
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Therefore, they walked through the eerie streets of Fairview they could already see the store on the corner of the block. As they went inside the store, they got chills as if the store was cold as the Arctic. When they found the aisle with the Halloween costumes and accessories, they immediately ran to it like a leopard. As they walked home, they heard soft footsteps. They turned around frightened and they suddenly saw a shadow getting closer to them. Isaac told his older sister to run for it. They ran for miles until they couldn’t see the shadow anymore. When they got to their house, their parents opened the door wondering why they were so tired. The kids came inside their house without saying a word except good …show more content…
She went downstairs to get breakfast. When she got downstairs, she grabbed strawberries and put them in the blender. The blender crushed and spun the strawberries like a tornado. Mom and Dad were also downstairs preparing for the party. Meanwhile, Isaac was upstairs getting ready for the party. The neighbors from across the street rung the doorbell to help the Montgomery family decorate. The day passed by as they were preparing for it. After they were done decorating Isaac wanted to go trick or treating to get some candy before the party even started. As Isaac, Jessica, and Cassandra, their new neighbor, roamed all around town it started to get unmistakably windy. Their bags sagged from all the candy. They got to this enormous house where all of the sudden Jessica saw the same shadow as the night before. She grabbed Isaac and Cassandra from the hand and started running home. There seemed to be more shadows as they got closer to their
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
Strange things began to happen the next couple days. First, Joey was in the living room of Grandma’s house making a jig saw puzzle. He heard the sound of a horses hooves walking slowly on the street then the sound stopped in front of the house and heard someone put something in Grandma’s mail box. Joey heard the horse walk away and a little while later Grandma’s mailbox blew up. Next, Ms. Wilcox’s outhouse was destroyed by a cherry bomb. Then, a dead mouse was found floating in the bottle of milk that was delivered to the front
Living in Maryland, the narrator and her little brother Joey lived a very simple life. There mother had job that required many hours, and her father was unemployed and still in the process of trying to find a job. They lived in a very run down house in a very small poor community. One summer day, the narrator , Joey, and a group of kids from the community were bored and wanted to do something different. So,the narrator and the kids went down to one of the elders home, Miss Lottie. Miss Lottie was the old woman that everyone made stories about and for the kids they knew her as the witch. In the summer time Miss Lottie would always be in her front yard planting marigolds, which were an easy target to destroy. The kids all took part in throwing rock at Miss Lottie's marigolds, and the narrator was the coordinator. After they sprinted back to the oak tree, the narrator started to feel guilt for what she
Not far from each other lived two men who shared the same name, Wes Moore. Both men had the same name but had different paths that lead one to be a Rhodes Scholar meanwhile the other would spend the rest of his life behind bars. In the introduction to the book, the author, Wes Moore says, "The chilling truth is that his story could have been mine. The tragedy is that my story could have been his" (Moore, xi). Wes Moore wasn't often the brightest of all teenagers and it would not be until he was sent to military school where he would figure out what life meant with out his mother and the obstacles he had to face. The other Wes Moore tried to fix his life and provide for his four kids; however, making money the correct way wasn't something that
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
When Moon Shadow takes out the trash he meets three demon boys and they throw garbage, vegetables. and stones at him. Moon Shadow keeps the incident to himself. Moon Shadow writes a letter to the Wright Brothers with Miss Whitlaw’s help. When Windrider finds out that Moon Shadow wrote a letter to the Wright Brothers, he gets upset and crumples the paper. When Windrider flattens the letter he tells Moon Shadow to write another letter. They go to Ocean beach and they have Thanksgiving sandwiches for lunch. Moon Shadow asks Windrider if he can fly a kite, but Robin wants to fly the kite too. They decide to take turns flying the kite. When Windrider and Miss Whitlaw decide that it is time to go, Windrider releases the kite by cutting the string. Robin tells Moon Shadow that Jack hates being hit in the nose. Moon Shadow punches Jack and he feels like he won’t get bullied by them again. They go stargazing on the patio and they share their knowledge on constellations and they compare their myths. A week after the Feast of Pure Brightness, an earthquake happens. They dress out of their sleepwear and look at the wreckage. They decide to help all the survivors and the use chair legs as
...ng up the pebble road so they went outside to see who or what was coming to the plantation. When they went outside no one or thing was there one of the office workers there at the plantation said that they heard something so they went to see what it was and they saw a group of rocking chairs rocking all at the same time. Another one of the workers there said that she saw multiple things move across the desk tops. One of the couple tour guides there was giving a tour when suddenly a candle stick flew across the room. Another one of the staff workers there reported hearing someone crying inside of the mansion. A staff worker Mitchell borne was working alone one night inside of the mansion when he felt someone touching his arm. One of the tour guides was walking around when they did not have a tour and saw a figure sitting upright in one of the beds. ("Ghosts tales”).
He always brought her some Jasmine Tea. The neighborhood demon boys are cruel to Moon Shadow. He becomes scared to leave the the stable and to go to the outside water pump at night. However, Robin is a good friend and she shares her dime novels with him. In return, Moon Shadow impresses Robin with dragon stories and airplane knowledge. Moon Shadow asks Miss Whitlaw for help in composing a letter to the Wright Brothers to ask them about plane specifics to help father. Moon Shadow, Windrider, Robin, and Miss Whitlaw go to the sand dunes to test out one of their models. Sensing that he fears the neighborhood boys, Robin tells Moon Shadow that the leader, Jack, is afraid of being punched in the nose. So Moon Shadow goes and punches Jack in the nose. That seems to earn his respects. Then the San Francisco earthquake hits and the city crumbled. Miss Whitlaw gathered up neighbors top look for survivors in the rubbish, with Robin and the Lees helping. Maise and Jack are lost and not found. The fire at the market is announced and the neighbors panic. The Whitlaws and Lees go to Golden Gate Park. Lefty is there and asks for Windrider to help convince Uncle to leave the company
I heard the doorbell ring, and rushed to the door. I’d worn my best clothes because it was the first time I’d seen someone since losing Conchetta. When I opened the door, I saw Miss Truman and Mr. Wandermeyer wasn’t sure if they were kids. “Hi! Are you the charity people?”
Once he was fully packed, he slipped into bed, heaving deep, heavy breaths as to obtain maximum oxygen. About fifteen minutes later, the landlady walked up the stairs and peeked into Billy’s room. He was still awake and saw the shadow of the evil witch standing out on the white-painted walls. She whispered something Billy could not hear, closed the door, and descended the stairs down to her room. Billy stayed in bed for another five minutes, ensuring that the landlady had already fallen asleep.
Hollow eyes glanced around the pristine apartment, the gray scale color scheme seems to match the women clasping her hands together, pursing her lips and searching for approval from the girl that stood in the doorway. Automatically, the girl deduced the woman was quite wealthy, especially in the neighborhood she'd now live in. The streets were busier, filled with nicer cars instead of busted ones without their fenders falling apart at the edge. Her nimble fingers explored the wall as she took careful steps into the living room. Winnie wasn't acclimated to this life style: the wallpaper wasn't being striped at the corners, stainless carpets without nothing questionable left behind, no sign of undesirable critters, and silence. She could finally
The silence was deafening… with each step, the lump in my throat was expanding, almost ridding me of all oxygen. My heart was pounding erratically and my hand, firmly gripping Scout’s costume was now soaked in perspiration. Amidst the overcast night, a dark shadow consumed Maycomb. The thick air was a blanket of humidity that offered not security, but the assurance of a storm. The pageant was but a distant memory by this point. We had only left a few minutes earlier but my thoughts were congested by an uneasy presence. The warm wind whispered through the rustling leaves. They seemed to dance about my feet, which wouldn’t have been so bad, had the night not been pitch black and unnerving. Instead, it felt as though I could tumble at any moment. I was immensely regretting my decision to reject a ride home when Scout burst,
None of the false-front signs are in neon lights, nor are the houses in vibrant hues. The shops are aligned, the houses are grey, and there stood one singular tree that wreaked havoc. This simplicity acts as the unassuming catalyst in the wedging of the brother-sister pair. The walk to the aunt’s house (a simple trek) showed signs of alarm when the aunt’s butcher shop was not to be found. In there place, there was “a string of houses, weathered gray or peeling gray.” The second caution comes in after the presence of the tree entices Karl. A single tree, one with “white petals” and a “delicate perfume.” The two begin to stray from each other. Karl remains hypnotized by this tree while Mary remains pragmatic and continues walking. The final simple act that completely separates the two stems from the tree. After a moment of mesmerization of the tree, a woman comes out of the house and lets her dog loose. This, while maybe loud, is a simple and expected act. No one wants random strangers surrounding themselves in the yard shrubbery. The dog let loose, the two split their ways: one to the aunt’s house, the other to the freight train. The unobtrusive objects of the town all act as admonitions for the pre-adolescents for what is to come, their complete
The short stories “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “The Short Happy Life of Francis Mocomber” were both written by world renowned author Ernest Hemingway. The two stories are written completely unrelated to each other; however, both stories have vast similarities in the time and place in which they take place. Hemingway is a writer that is very methodical in his word choices. When reading these two stories a second time the reader finds considerable differences in the writing style the author uses in each story. To demonstrate, three sentences from each story will be compared and contrasted to show the differences in word usage, word connotation, and to find which story is written better. The initial pair of these sentences to be looked at are, “A fourth planed down, to run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others,” from the short story “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” and “On the far bank of the stream Macomber could see, above the trees, vultures circling and plummeting down,” from the story “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber.” The subsequent couple of sentences are “’You Bitch,’ he said,” from the “Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “’Why not let up on the bitchery just a little, Margot,’ Macomber said, cutting the eland steak and putting some mashed potato, gravy and carrot on the down-turned fork that tined through the piece of meat.” Finally, the third set of sentences are “She shot very well this good, rich bitch, this kindly destroyer of his talent,” from the story “Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “’That was a good shot,’ Wilson said,” from the story, “A Short Happy Life.”
Shadows prowled the streets looking for an opportunity to strike their prey. How am I supposed to live here? Not after what happened four years ago”This place looks like a war zone. As he walked down the street people flew in the shadows like ghosts looking for someone to possess.”They know what I did!” He wailed. Jack was 12 years old about 5’2” 90 lbs. His mahogany hair hung down to about his shoulders and curled up at the end. His rusty eyes seemed to match his pupils forming an endless pit of brown.