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The silence is not your friendIt was just another average day for Lucius Barker. Wake up, have a shower, get dressed, attempt to eat breakfast without throwing the bowl at the wall, take an early morning beating from his foster father, go to school, come back, have dinner, do homework then go to bed. Lucius was 16 almost 17 living with a foster family after his parents were shot when a bank robbery went horribly wrong. He himself had been in the bank with his parents at the time and saw the shooting happen. After that he refused to speak to anyone unless necessary. Refusing to speak got Lucius into trouble a lot in school mainly with boys and girls who picked on him. Another reason for the abuse he received both at home and in school was the fact he heard things. Voices to be exact. The voices in his head told Lucius to do things he didn’t want to do which resulted with him yelling for them to stop and to shut up. Today was the day everything went wrong for Lucius. He did his normal routine and waited for his
Who's that man?The day had gone by quickly for Alastair who was trying to go the day without having an episode. He was walking into the living room when he stopped seeing a man in white sitting on the couch.
“Ehh Masky who’s that?” Alastair asked when Masky passed him.
“No idea he won’t talk” Masky shrugged before continuing into the kitchen. Alastair studied the man and saw his yellowish hair hung low in front of his face covering most of his mask. He saw the white material had a thin black line on it which made a large smile. Alastair noticed the man was wearing a bloody straight jacket and his arms were tied behind his back. The man was wearing blue jeans and dirty black shoes. Alastair saw the handle of a scythe sticking out of his jeans and looked him over again.
“Ali! Ali! Ali!” Insane Smiles whined tugging on his shirt.
“What?” Alastair asked looking down at the young girl.
“What’s up with the weird guy on the couch?
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand and the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.
It was cold outside. I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house. I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where my
"Ok, I made up my mind what we are going to do." Melody stood up and looked at her bored friends "And what is that?" Anna asked. "We are going to the SlenderMan woods!" Melody yelled. "No." Louis spoke up. "Aw come on Louis! It will be fun." Melody glared at Louis. "So its fun to die?" She asked. "We're not going to die..there is no such thing as SlenderMan." Melody joked. "Then why go?" Louis crossed her arms. "Because, it's something to do. And they say there are these notes that are stuck to trees, and other places. I say we make a game out of it." Melody walked to her dresser and pulled on a jacket. Louis rolled her eyes, as she to stood up, "What are the rules?" She asked. "No rules, who ever gets more notes before the sun rises...wins." Melody smirked. They all followed Melody to the kitchen, she grabbed six flashlights. "Ok, no one gets an extra flashlight." Melody handed everyone one. "What if it stops working?" Adam asked. "Oh well."
VenganzaEn su pequeña ciudad la gente no era ferviente seguidora de decorar sus casas y calles de manera estrafalaria cuando se acercaba una festividad. Algunas incluso pasaban casi inadvertidas de no ser por la decoración obligatoria que realizaba el Ayuntamiento en avenidas y edificios públicos; fuera de eso, las casas se adornaban de un modo tan sencillo que hasta la decoración de Halloween podía permanecer hasta abril y parecería algo propio de la casa. Por eso fue que Daniel se sorprendió en cuanto vio todo el colorido con que anunciaban la navidad, con los árboles del camellón envueltos en redes de luces. Sabía que era normal esa clase de decoración, pero nunca había tenido oportunidad de estar ahí en esas fechas. Esta era la primera vez que se enfrentaba ante tal colorido. Figuras de Santa Claus, renos, duendes y trineos se veían de un lado a otro. Pronto su asombro pasó a convertirs
March 14, 2001 “Academia et Scientiarum” Case 1
Pacem Police Department
[interrogator looks at camera]
[interrogator sits and reveals suspect with hands covering face]
[interrogator:]Hello Matt, I’m Detective Cassandra Ramirez, I’m here to ask you a few questions. Understand?
[interrogator:] Is your name Matthew Tredawney?
[interrogator:] Did you attend “Academia et Scientiarum”?
[interrogator:] Do you live in Pacem, Maine?
[interrogator:] Was Samantha Barnes your fiance?
[interrogator:] Do you know what happened March 8th between the hours of 5 pm and 4 am March 9?
[suspect:] Oh my god... oh my god. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. That girl, poor poor girl, god. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t...I
The Walking Dead Beatles -8-Chapter Eight of The Walking Dead Beatles
Fog. Fog covered the lowly, empty streets of trashed London like a blanket. The only object in the midst of the white blanket was Ringo, standing only in his short night-shirt and bare feet. His baby bump was poking out, but it was only a small lump. The drummer set a hand on his bloated stomach, rubbing it in circles as he walked down.
As he walked, every turn and stroll around London resulted with no occupants. Everything was empty, no residents, no cars on the road, not even zombies that have possessed all of London; it gave off an eerie aura around the deserted town. The drummer turned his head around, around to every corner, around in every spot, everywhere to take in the eerie atmosphere.
Then all of a sudden, a strange and horribly disoriented sound blasted off from just nowhere; giving Ringo a spook. The drummer gestured down to his soon-to-be baby.
''Now...now...it's nothing....'' Ringo assure
A Killing Obsession Chapter 1Oblivious
I’m standing with my mum at some garden party. It looks like a birthday party for a young kid, a boy I guess, as all I can see are little “cowboys” running around with their ten-gallon hats, shooting pretend pistols with their fingers and riding invisible horses. Well it’s great to see that the kids of our generation still have a large imagination and it’s not all clogged up with Television and video games. Oh God, why do I sound like an old lady all of a sudden? Besides, I spend probably half of my own life in front of a TV, playing games or typing away online so I can’t judge.
Anyway. I have no idea…who exactly these people are! I don’t recognise any of them! Well, a part from my mum of course. She’s chatting away to a group of women with a drink in her hand, laughing and joking as if she’s known them forever! I don’t remember why we, or even why I’m here. I don’t even recognise the house.
Michaels killer accomplice part 33 AThings had been easier for Kalli the past few weeks. Nobody was trying to kill her... yet she also felt loneliness and was sad. The female killer had lost her close friend maybe entirely and Michael was nowhere in sight. She had been searching for them both this whole time... but got absolutely no ground in the situation.
All hope seemed lost and this girl yet refused to give up. Her mission would never be complete until the entire US Military had been crushed. Shadow would not have died in vain. Or at least she hoped the hybrid was still alive. Her and the two male slashers had endured a lot while they were together. Always fighting as a team and never giving up. But ere was still something wrong with this. Michael was a traitor. He had the dragon-boy killed. Then he attempted to kill him after the return. This last time... completely confusing.
All remnants of her handy work was missing. The leveled city in Virginia was back and nobody was dead. What had her young and loyal dragon fr
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