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. As Molly was all alone she began to pray, and
As soon as the team arrived, they began searching the storage unit. Within a few minutes, Kirk discovered the first body hidden behind a panel in the far corner of the room. "Guys, I found something," he yells, waving the machine back and forth in front of the far wall. "Look, there's a small gap between the wall and ceiling." Jerry says, pointing towards the corner.
(NAME) awoke a few hours later, nuzzling against the solid warmth in front of her. She pondered why her pillow was so solid, and mumbled something incoherent as she prised open her eyes. Oh. That's not her pillow.
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.
The bus looked more like a subway train. It didn't have any wheels. Instead, in hovered slightly above a metal road. When the bus took off, the teenagers looked out the windows and they saw people who looked like humans, as well as reptile-like creatures. There were also little green men with black eyes and big heads.
The winds picked up. Out of the west, the dust rolled in. It blocked out the sun, leaving people unaware of what time it was. It was still day out, but the world outside grew darker. It was like the death of the dinosaurs, how the dust from the meteorite had covered the sun and doomed them, but only it was with a different kind of dust
Nothing can keep Kevin from attending the high school championship football game, except his parents. After many nights of getting drunk with his friends, and missing curfew his parents have had enough. It 's Friday night, and Kevin 's parents are going out of town for the night, that means Kevin 's home watching the house. "
Never fear, never fear, for I am here. Never fear, never fear, don't shed a tear. A pair of forlorn faces this way come. I know them better than some, better than themselves, though not better than the other. I know them not from what they were, nor understand who they are meant to be, but I understand what they are.
Black and White Screams, blasts, gunfire. All Sarah Himmel could hear were the cries of those being blasted apart. World War II was well under way. The air was cold and damp, the sky was painted a deep grey.
It’s been a rough week for me and my family like just last night my dad's store was robbed we don't know who did it but my parents are freaking out mom mostly. Her job doesn't pay much so we relied on my dad's store to make the rest of the money and know that it's been robbed it doesn't seem all that hopeful. Then I get a call, it's my best friend Tom.
She checked the shoebox beneath her bed every night, just to make sure her hidden world was still thriving. And it always was the same as she left it night before, as if time stopped without her presence. Miniscule vines crawled up the cardboard insides of the box, searching for the sky. Trees, the largest ones as thick as her thumb, rooted in the thin bottom of the box. She had created the forest, and as a god wanted something to rule.
Their journey together began when these two cliché soul mates met in a bar. According to Mr. Mike, this is “Where you should always meet your future husband or wife”. (He said this jokingly.) The way they met was kind of a funny story. One of Mr. Mike’s friends wanted him and this girl that is best friends with his wife to meet.
It rained all day, slowly creating masterpieces on the windows that quickly faded. Hannah felt like she lived in an art museum when she looked outside toward the usually bustling streets of Los Angeles to find only a few brave souls who dared to venture from their dry homes, their mouths open in disgust at the weather they had to know their precious city needed so badly. She was sure she could do this for eternity; just sit and watch the little droplets. Everything she needed to do, like pack for VidCon, could wait.
We’ve all heard the creaking floors when we were sleeping, the footsteps we pretend are the shifting of the foundation, the movement in the mirror we blame on our imagination, the distorted figures of monsters we soon realize are just piles of clothes. But what if it wasn't just our imagination? What if it was all real? The depraved monsters in our closets. The demons under our beds.
In paragraph 2, “ We are here, you can’t sleep because we are exploding all day around you, you can’t move, any small light we can target,” This is nerve-racking for the people who are constantly listening bouncing bullets, explosions and “ warplanes with machine guns fly all day”. Children and Adults live in fear even when they are sleeping. There are no more silent nights. They no longer feel
Chapter One Echoing sounds of fences rattling and people running buzz through her head. She can’t tell if they are real or not anymore, but the horrid stench is. Dirt, grease, and garbage smells invaded her nostrils. “Wrong alley,” she mutters to herself, struggling to breathe in the humid air.