Piermont New Hampshire: A Short Story

The deafening roar from the crowd filled my ears, as it had done so many times before. I reached down, picked up my ear pieces lying across my shoulders, and placed one in each ear. As the stagehand passed me the mic, my pulse quickened. Standing on the platform beneath the stage, waiting for it to rise, my shoulders tightened. Fourteen years, performing on stages around the world hadn't banished my pre-show jitters. Nearly every time I took the stage, those familiar butterflies in the pit of my stomach, plagued me to the point of nausea at times. Rising up into the fog, I grip tightly to the mic. As the fog settled, the laser lights flashed green, orange, yellow, blue and purple beams across the dark arena, the dancing light show gradually

Imagen if you got to go in a big building with nothing but video games. Dave and Busters. There was one day until my Birth Day. I wanted to go to the best place in the world Dave and Busters. So I asked my dad. He said I perhaps so. I was so excited I felt like going outside and yelling I get to go to Dave and Busters. I called all of my family members some of them said that they could go but not all of them. Then I went to bed. After a short manner of time I was up and ready and out the door we were. As we got in the big red truck my dad said you ready and I said ‘YES’. There we are on the road.

When Will Graham wakes up, he's surprised. Not surprised at where he is, but surprised that he's anywhere. Was it simply a vivid dream that he had tumbled off the cliff clutching onto Hannibal? Was it all in his mind that he had plummeted closer and closer to the water below. He remembered blacking out, but he assumed he had died then. Perhaps... he had survived? Well, that must be it.

If you're a person that wants to be petrified from all the horrendous carcasses lying around come along. If you’re looking for something luxurious and historic, this venue is just for you! Soldier Island, true to its word is a gracious-looking place, just beware, don’t let that trick you, it is extremely dreary with the scent of rotten flesh in the air. The site is shaped as a soldier’s head, and the best part of it is the nursery rhyme that goes with it, of ten soldiers who were brought to their deaths on Soldier Island in the 1900’s. It is off the coast of Devon in England with trees, hills, rocky ridges surrounding the island.

Those who have had the privilege of living along or even visiting Maine’s coast know the vast amenities it has to offer. For those who haven’t been fortunate enough to be exposed to the coast, this book can give you the insight to make you believe you have. Top-notch poems, short stories, and artwork found inside allow you to see into the regional culture of the area and priorities of the people who live here.

December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work. We entered the hospital I could feel the warm air in my face, then my dad slowly moved my head away from his coat.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of April Summner.” Me and my dad, Jackson, were at my mom 's funeral.

The Myrtles Plantation is well known for being considered one of the most haunted placed in America. The plantation’s own website caters to people who only care about the mysterious hauntings that occur on the site. What was once a large plantation, is now a bed and breakfast for ghost hunting tourists. So the website mostly provide images of the grounds, and stories about the apparitions. The images presented let us see how beautiful the property is both on the inside and on the outside. On the outside, it seems like a general Louisiana style plantation, but the inside is a lot of luxurious. The inside is a Venetian style home, different colored rooms (one being green and gold, while another being cream, green and brown). The interior of the house seems to have been renovated to appear as if

My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back. It’s too early to talk, so we sit quietly as we drive down to the rickety old boat ramp. He pulls into the lot, I hop out, and walk over to the boat, tossing the buoys over the side for protection. I walk to the beginning of the dock to help direct the trailer onto the ramp. My dad backs

Grace and Ruthie made it through ten grades. Its their 3rd year in high school. Grace and another girl (the principals daughter) named Anna, started to help out the football team. Grace is the reverends daughter, so most people think she is a goody 2 shoes. But Grace is not Ruthie and her get into a lot of trouble, especially this year.

I quickly got into the vehicle, my husband sensed my urgency and drove away. “You okay?” He asked me. I lit a cigarette and said “Yeah.” As tears leaked down my cheeks and smoke billowed around me and out the window. Heading down the freeway I see the “Leaving Oceanside, CA” sign and my chest tightens. I felt discomfort as we drove through the mountains and through the desert. Three hours later when we reached the sign that read “Welcome to Arizona” the pressure in my chest

Lawrence Exeter Junior graduated with honors from the military academy and some said he was the best the academy had ever seen. Of course this please his father, but did his father say a word about him being proud or happy with his son? No, he never did. Lawrence Junior grew increasingly frustrated and started to give hope of ever having a real father. He had not called his father dad in years and addressed him as sir not only out of resect like the academy taught him, but because that’s all he was to Junior. His father had grown to be nothing, but an acquaintance. The day after Junior’s 18th birthday his father brought him home one of the nicest Cadillac’s there was. Was this his father telling him he was proud of him r him just trying to

Nestled deep in the Smoky Mountains, is a small cabin. The family it once sheltered has long been gone. Once filled with life and hope, it now sits empty and bare. It stands as a monument to a time long gone, but soon it to will disappear. Disintegrating on the outside, rotting on the inside, and drowning in the ever thickening forest, it slowly crumbles away.

I was seventeen and had a job as a pizza delivery boy that particular summer. My best friend went on a three-week vacation so I had the opportunity to work full-time (actually overtime) that entire time. Since I was so busy (and tired) about all I had time to do was save my money so it wasn 't long before I had saved three hundred-fifty dollars. Now my dad at times could be a little "snaky". He was having a tough time keeping up the payments he owed a used car dealer from which he 'd recently bought a car. In order to minimize the problem, he talked me into buying a car. It was beautiful! It was a shiny black 1958 Chevy with a super clean leather interior. It was the 1958 version of the classic "1957 Chevy". While it was an automatic, it

The horror creator, as the legends say, was filled with mysteriousness; so mysterious that people tried to hunt for him yet none of them ever come back; some say he only appears during the night stalking people, making the victims have a trauma for their lifetime. However, he was only a mystical creature; we knew nothing about him; whether he exist or not; whether he is a bad person or not. I was a type of a guy who wouldn’t believe in such urban stories; this soul is created just to make children behave themselves. I thought I was right, until I have experienced this evil spirit, face-to-face.