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THE GAME That night the neighborhood was alive with music and lights, "that party would be talked about for a while" thought Jerome. Everything was perfect, he had the best costume, didn't feel sick, and he was pretty popular that night. Then it all went downhill, he was talking to his friend and didn't notice when a stranger walked by and put a pill in his drink. The next thing he knew he woke up locked inside an asylum, still dressed in his 80's themed costume(disco pants, sneakers, Afro and rainbow leg warmers). If you thought he could just go out the window, you thought wrong, 4 stories up inside a locked room. Knowing he could get out through the the door or the window he looked for another way out, finding a piece of paper with the words "lay on the bed and …show more content…
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
I wake up in my small bed rolling right off of it, groaning and brush my teeth dragging myself down to the kitchen, not even bothering to brush my brown mane of curly hair or change out of the blue ‘Panic! At the Disco’ jacket that I’ve been wearing for two days straight. I go downstairs to eat breakfast and my ‘loving’ father greets me by yelling at me and saying that I don’t deserve to eat anything. I sigh at my Dad’s fatherly tone and grab my black ‘My Chemical Romance’ beanie that holds down my curly brown locks. I love how my curly bangs hung over my brown eyes. I love looking over the city because it makes me feel like I’m dominating over everyone else. I walk to the city bus. Fancy… There were a lot of people on the bus. There was a smelly fat guy who kept eating
As the guard tells them to do so, the prisoners turn to face. the front of the house. This is followed by a diegetic sound of the door slamming. shut showing there is no escape now and they are actually inside there.
Each time, Jerry went to see his wife at the state prison, which wasn’t often, she complained, “Jerry, why aren’t you supporting me? You never come to see me anymore. You know deep down in your heart that I am innocent.”
Rei wasn't always the one to be preoccupied with having peers he always thought it was silly and it would distract him from his studies. So when his mother had suggested him to be get friends he simply denied the offer using the excuse that he needed to concentrate on his studies. The following day he awoke to voices in the living rooms he really didn't recognize the voices he decided to check it out carefully going down the stairs careful not to be heard.
I'm on the run from a man I don't really know. He keeps following me and it's kinda scary. He looks kinda crooked but he dressed very nice. Maybe he's a stalker. Wait I have a stalker. This is not okay I need to run and hide before he hurts me. Why won't this man just leave me alone. I don't like him and I can't stand to see him. I fear this man that is following me. How do I get away. Maybe if I run around in circles he will leave. Silly me how would that help me will just get dizzy. The man that is following me has a brief case. What is inside of this brief case. Maybe there are tools that can kill me but wait if he wanted to kill me he would of done it already. The man I keep running from is still following me I have been able to find a
“You bang on my door, like a knock-knock joke that I'm scared to hear the punch line to, because the who somehow always turns out to be you, and it's always nothing new. We've been through the same old Sing-a-long song and lap dance before.” These are the opening lyrics to Let Me Go by Shane Koyczan, a song that brought light to a dark place inside of me, and may very well have saved my life. I first heard this song when I was in the middle of a deep depression my sophomore year of high school, and it helped to drag me from the depths and show me the light. Being the middle child I had to find some way to distinguish myself from my siblings, and for a long time I was defined by my illness; I get chronic migraines. After we started to get my migraines under control I was then defined by my smarts; I always studied the most, got the best grades, and all of my teachers loved me. As I got older most of my friends started experimenting with drugs and alcohol; I wanted nothing to do with any of that stuff because I had seen firsthand the way my father’s alcoholism and drug addiction tore apart my parent’s marriage; therefore my friends and I started to drift apart.
Ever wondered what it's like to feel the sharp pain of getting stabbed? I'll tell you this, it isn't too great. For starters, it feels like you are being hit by a truck, but the truck is small, and very sharp. Know why I know this? Well, that's because I decided to play hero to protect the love of my life. Now that I look back at it, I'm glad I saved her. If not, I would not be alive today. I wouldn't be standing upon this platform looking into a sold out, speaking into a microphone about how in the world I created this little ball. So yeah, here I am talking to God knows how many people about how I am now considered a "genius". Well let us begin then, shall we? ~ Kuro says with the power ball in his hands, and a big smile pasted on his face as he looks into the crowd on the podium.
There have been habitually commonly when I demonstrated mettle however this is truly the time when it's my heart the most. Many have said to me when did you indicate valor. I am going to advise you I was sullen, yet I pushed through and after that revealed to myself that everything occurs for which a reason. Crying about not going to improve me feel. So I said to myself, it will be better and she won't be in wretchedness and that's only the tip of the iceberg. I knew she was in torment and there was very little time left. You could see it in her face that she simply continued pushing through it. My auntie was a man that never abandoned anything. This was extreme for me, however I can likewise have a couple of different circumstances, which I indicated mettle, yet this was the point at which it implied the most to me. I have still not gotten over her, but rather a great many people never get over a man ignoring, yet others get over it path quicker than numerous other I am one of those individuals
Hi Melinda. I am excited to see another small town Texas girl in class. Have you always lived in a small town? We moved here from Round Rock eleven years ago. I love it. I get how busy it is to work full time and be a single mom. My husband and I separated two years ago next month. Most of the time it is me and my gang of seven blessings. It doesn’t leave much time for extras. I will definitely be keeping you in my prayers.
After climbing the tree Scho found a place where several supple branches were knit to make a dangerous chair, and sat there with his head coming out of the leaves into the sunlight. He could see the other two boys down below, the ball going back and forth between them as if they were bowling on the grass, and Glennie’s crew-cut head looking like a sea urchin.
Unfamiliar music is blaring out of the speakers as Meg and I abandon the dance floor for another round of drinks. This will be the first drink we pay for ourselves all night; earlier this evening we used a ticket for free drinks at the pub across from our hostel. Walking down the sunny streets of Byron Bay, it’s nearly impossible not to be given tickets for night life activities, therefore it is no surprise when we run into two of our hostel roommates at the pub. Two pretty blonde Swedish girls who have mostly kept to themselves during their stay. We have made friends with most of the roommates that have come through our hostel, however these Swedish girls haven’t come across all too friendly. Honestly, I find them rather standoffish and rude.
There is no time for questions because we have to go straight away. 5mins is all we have. The mountains are steep and the path is rough but we carry on. I see a shiny object in the dirt and run to get it. It's the key. Rusty and shiny the key is. As I hand the key to the boy he immediately disappears. I scream as a monster comes toward us. I cover my eyes as the monster takes a leap. As I release my hands from my eyes I realise I'm back at gran's house and she's calling me for dinner. What had happened? I'll never know as the door isn't there anymore. But I'm determined to find it again. What I didn't know was that the village was in terrible danger and that I was the only who could save the village. My adventure may have been short but it depended on the village. The monster was killed but know one knew that the deadly creature had kids. I wondered if they would send a message across to me. But mow I didn't need to worry about the cruel, deadly monster. It was time for another one of gran's calming stories. I didn't know when and how I was going to do this but in my heart somewhere I knew I had to. To be
Down into the basement he went, the lighting here contrasted with the deep shadows that were cast by the various furniture in the basement. He reached the bottom of the steps, on his left he was greeted by a several viewing ports into what could be another room. He called it the birdcage, except it did not keep birds, but oh did its captives sing for him whether they willed it or not. Already he could see her through the one way mirrors as he unlocked the door leading into the room before it locked behind him. A biometric scanner with a passcode failsafe. "I'm back." He announced. There were three main rooms here, the living room and kitchen area, the bedroom, and a bathroom for all his captive's needs. Obviously, the room was fireproof should the girl get any ideas. Another common place they would look would be in the kitchen for weapons, knives especially, but he was sufficiently trained in self-defense to be confident in approaching them just like
The clown started running towards roberto. So the other all ran to the tree. But they could not find roberto anywhere in sight. So they decided to go looking for him. They walked to the place where they last saw him and started walking when d-Ron pointed out that he saw Roberto’s plaid shirt on the ground, It had blood on it. A little red spot. And it was still wet. Inside the shirt there was a note it said “The Tree By Me 50fF.” So they thought and thought and finally jason said 50fF… 50 feet forward on a tree! So they went about 50 feet forward in their heads. And looked around. Frankie saw a paper on a tree right by them. So they all ran to it. It said “That cave to the moon” So they went towards the moon and they saw a small cave. So they slowly walked in until jason stepped on a stick and the clown saw it coming. They already had a plan of d-ron luring the clown out because he is the fastest while the others got roberto. But when they saw roberto hung by his toes they had to untie him fast and quietly. So d-ron ran in while the others hid. Then D-ron and the clown went past and the others untied roberto and ran out of the cave and to the police station where d-ron met
I stumbled downstairs and dragged my feet along the dirty, cracked hallway floor. Another day in this pathetic excuse of a city. Yelling and loud thumps resonated through the building from the apartments above. I adjusted my winter coat and mentally prepared myself for the hellish crime ridden streets of Brooklyn. I tugged on the door handle again, the stupid thing was still stuck. Rubbing my hands together for alittle warmth I got a good grip on the handle and leaned back, putting all of my weight into one final heave. The rusty hinges snapped loose and the heavy door flung open, smashing me in the face. Blood poured from my face like a faulty water fountain.