Laying in the bed of her small cottage in the woods, Jess could hear the faint noise of a firetruck siren wailing in the distance. Exhausted, she pulled up her cloud-like blanket and shut her eyes. It was so quiet; all she could hear were the sirens seemingly getting closer.
Shattering the silence was a “tap, tap, tap,” coming from the window above her head. Passing it off as the wind, she closed her eyes. Then Jess heard the rattling sound of the front door slamming. Heart pounding, now knowing that it was not the wind, she slowly peeled off her blanket, and placed her bare feet on the frigid tile floor. Cautiously, Jess stood up and inched toward the door as a cool shudder trickled down her spine. She wrapped her hand around the icy door knob and slowly pulled open the door, trying not to make it creak. She peered out the door, and that's when she saw it. Standing in front of the door, still as if it were only a statue, was the silhouette of a man. Against her will, Jess shrieked and watched in horror as the man spotted her and took a step closer. She tried to run, but was trapped --
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Jess grabbed her shoulder in agony, and fell backward into what would usually be a safe and comforting bed, but all it brought her was panic. Then she heard him shut and lock the door. Trembling, Jess slowly sat up, opened her eyes and saw the man, standing by the door, in one hand, a box of matches, and a knife, drenched in her blood, in the other. Terrified, she scrambled to her feet as the man walked toward her. She backed into a corner, wincing at the excruciating pain in her shoulder. He stepped closer, and with an evil grin spread across his mutilated face, he reached into the match box, pulled one out, and struck it against the box, illuminating the dark space and highlighting the scars that outlined his
A bounty hunter named Kisa was running away from two hired goons who had chased her down to a hidden night club. She had managed to dodge them and vanish into a shadowy alleyway, but as she was escaping out of the alley the clattering of a metal gate gave her position away. So she quickly darted for cover and just as she was about to get out of their line of sight she was tagged by three sleeping darts. Kisa tried to get farther away to hide better, but she passed out before she could.
The old tracks clicked in the night, a soft hum of noise in an otherwise empty space. A smiling cartoon figure watched over it all, its eerie smile sticking out like a sore thumb in the somber mood the night had cast over the park. Long shadows were casted on the sidewalk, which were colored with spilled ice cream and leftover popcorn. A janitor swept them up absent-mindedly, his crisp whistle echoing around the still air. His back was to the castle, the pride and joy of the happiest place on earth.
EXT. SPACE - NIGHT A small spaceship sits in the dark canvas of space surrounded by beautiful galaxies. On the side in white lettering is the word: SALVATION. A yellow glow is emitted from windows.
Even someone with the right equipment wouldn't be able to stand the storm that had started. The man found himself knocking on the door of an unfamiliar house, looking for a place to stay, just to wait it out. He held his cap in his closed fist, as it would have without a doubt been ripped away from him and claimed by the very tempest itself, had he not. He knocked with the hand that he used to hold his cap. A slow, deep knock.
“You’re cheating!” Parker childishly exclaimed before throwing the controller across the room. “You’re just pissed because you keep losing….to me.” I laughed, as I grabbed a handful of Pringles from his plastic bowl. We had been playing FIFA for the past three hours and I beat him at every single round.
Frank considered waiting in the car for another car to come by and help. The road wasn't often used though, and that might take hours, so Kenny decided that they should first walk down the road to see if there were any other choices. After walking for a half hour in the pounding snow, Tub happened to see an old house in the woods. Now Tub had seen enough horror movies to make him turn back, but snow alone was enough to override his sense of fear and trepidation. He walked up the winding road to the door as Kenny and Frank followed right behind him.
A cold gush of wind blew the window open, and she could smell the suffocating smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Sarah shivered and tip toed over to shut the window and pulled the curtains closed. A big blast made her jump and scream with fear. Her little feet scurried across the cold hard floor.
Molly awoke the sunlight shining in her face, as she peered out the window she noticed that there was many planes soaring high above. Astonished she decided to run down the stairs and out the door, right as Molly stepped out her ears abruted to the sounds of bombs exploding in the distance. Molly’s heart started to pound she was scared and disoriented; as Molly looked to the sky she saw the planes dropping bombs, she rushed inside and saw her father pacing around. Her father ushered he to a cellar inside the house, and said “this will protect you, stay in here until you hear the bombs stop dropping for at least 10 minutes.” Then her father shut the door and Molly heard him rummaging up stairs.
The sun peeked over the nearby mountaintop as rays of sunshine, flickered through the window as Andrew Barnes drank his coffee while watching the morning news and glanced at the newspaper before going to work. Sitting up straight in his chair as the announcer got his attention, “Late yesterday afternoon, police found an elderly couple viciously murdered in their home on the corner of Oakdale Ave and Olive St. The neighbor who asked to remain anonymous reported, no one had been seen at the residence for several days, and as well there was a terrible odor coming from the house.” Arriving at the house, the officer found all the doors locked and checked several windows before he found one open. Entering the house he followed the stench and found the elderly couple lying on the floor in the living room.
There were soon hands tangled in blonde hair and the moment could only be described as happening; like the moment before a car crash happens or the second after that car crash. You lose your breath in the moment and you forget you’re alive and it all just takes a bit to collect in your mind. And Ingrid’s hands in her hair, to Hannah, feels like the loudest silence she could ever experience and the heartbeat right against the side of her temple is muffled like when you put a hand over a speaker, and you can feel the sound radiating over your entire body and it’s loud and quiet and filling at the same time and Hannah almost doesn’t realize she’s fallen asleep to the sound of nothing until thunder crackles in the distance and has to cuddle around Ingrid in her groggy half-awake state to stay safe from the weather
What I thought was the end, soon became the real beginning. The buildings were destroyed, the roads split in two, cracked and broken; the air filled with dust, a reminder that what was once beautiful was no more. But this earthquake was not the only monster striking us. As I glimpsed at the horizon, I noticed a large, growing column of water approaching. The sand I stood on began to rumble, and the strength of the wave came crashing upon me, knocking me over senseless.
"Well there is no duty tomorrow so I guess it's okay." "Now I gotta get going, just gotta pack my stuff." *looks around " [If someone sees me talking to myself that would be problematic.]" .
I feel my head slowly falling as I drift farther into a calm, tranquil space in my mind. “Officer 847 report to 123 6th St. Melbourne, FL 32904 immediately!’ My body jerks up into an uncontrollable spasm, my walkie-talkie interrupting my blissful slumber. “I’m already on my way.” I dash to my car.
Darkness. Everything was black. You didn't know where you were, or how you got there. You tried to stand up. Your legs began to wobble.