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Tornado

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I walked outside completely ready for another day of school, but then it hit me, the cool crisp air that is. A frosty draft splashes in unpredictable directions like storming water. The bare trees hold there leaves no more whilst their miserable moans hum in the sloshing breeze.

“Get inside, now.” I hear my mother say sternly, I know what she’s thinking. I shook my head in disbeleif and sprinted into the house slamming the wooden door and locking it tight “Get your Dad.” she orders in a slightly worried tone. Rushing up the carpeted stair one step faster then the other. I scream, my voice explaining my expression “Dad?! Come down quick.” I guess by my tone he knew something was wrong. “What is it? Are you hurt?” He asks.

“No, the tornado is coming, get to the bunker quickly. We know what happened when the last tornado hit.” she replies already jogging to the bunker. A shiver goes down my spine… Poor Stacy didn’t even see it behind her, it sucked her up like a vacuum but never spat her out, we never found Stacy if there was anything left of her.The bunker is where we hide if anything bad is hurling towards us such as now. I can hear the blast picking up speed and probably cars and trees at this rate. My heart sinks to the floor when the tightly locked door abruptly rips from the metal hinges making an ear piercing screech “Now!” my mother says awed at the scene.

But we were too late. It drags me in first, refusing to let go my nails digging into what’s left of the floorboards which sounds like nails on a chalkboard “Help!” I scream nearly out of breathe since the tornado seems to be dragging that as well as me. “Don’t let go” my father says reaching out his hand but falls helplessly into the heart of the tornado. “Dad no!” I scream as the rivers of tears stream down my cheeks in horror. “Dad is gone…,” I say looking my mother straight in the eyes, “gone.” I decide what’s the point… humanity is lost and so am I. I let go.

100wc

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“Help!” I scream in desperation although I know no one will answer my cries.
The walls are jet black allowing not another living soul through. I’m a little weird. I was locked up in a prison for the rest of my life.
I’m disabled in a sort of good way like if I want something my brain will generate and it will appear in my hand. For example if I’m hungry I think of an apple and it will generate in my hands. But there is a catch… all that haunts my brain is the nightmare of my dead sister. And when I opened the cupboard, she stood there humming a lullaby.

Case Closed part 1

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I’m a murder investigator my names Wallas Williams I’ve been working for the Chicago police investigators for 20 years now and this case that we investigated made all the other cases seem so simple. This murder changed the way I thought, we’re not always safe…

It was 3:02 am on a cool Autumn night in Chicago in Rosebud Park. A typical murder scene lays before me, a shot to the chest area and then the killer ran to somewhere unknown. The victims wallet seems to be ripped out her pocket, glancing at her information her name is Scarlet Smith, aged 32, brown straight hair, blue and green eyes, pale skin. The weapon used was a silver pistol with two shots out of ten used, it’s peculiar… I’ve never seen anyone sell these type of pistols.

The investigators including me take blood samples and fingerprints from the scene, then we question nearby houses of anything that sounded disturbing. One woman says she knows Scarlet and that she was recently divorced from her husband Angus and she didn’t take it well. Knowing that Angus could be a prime suspect I travel to his house for questioning (which happens to be on the other side of town). Finally reaching his house, I can immediately tell he’s been in a brutal fight as well as his dull expression being very panicked or maybe his mood Is always such. Sitting down on the floral sofa he sits parallel to me, once I explain to him the ‘incident’ his grip amongst the armrest embraces it more tightly. with broken words he try’s to say “I didn’t do it and I have no idea why I would!”Angus looked dirty like he hadn’t showered in forever with his nose scrunching once and a while, eyes bloodshot with large dragging bags under his eyelids. Only wearing an undershirt and boxers that stop just before his knees, a noticeable bald spot patches on his sweating head.

“Well you two were recently divorced and a lot of cases are to do with divorces lately.”

“That doesn’t mean it was me!”

“I understand Sir but we still need to question you,” I exclaim, “Is here okay?”

“Why not.”

“Where were you at the night of the mur-.”

“Home, cleaning ‘n’ stuff.” He says as he interrupts my sentence.

“Did you and Scarlet ever get into fights after your divorce?”

“Well she nearly sued me for crashing the car I paid for, and she accused me of stalking when we coincidently walked down the same road, when we decided who would keep the house.”

“I see, did you or Scarlet ever hit each other or use physical contact?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “She gave me a bloody black eye so I slapped her so hard that my hand made a mark.”

“When was the last time you saw Scarlet?”

“The day of the murder.”

“Hmm,” I think to myself, “I never told him when she was murdered…”

“Right, thank you Sir we will have to take you downtown for further questions as the results to the blood and fingerprints should be concluded.”

“Like I’ve got anything better to do.” he grunts as he stands up slowly, gosh he reeked with age! Putting him in the back of my police car (I couldn’t stand the smell) he flops down on the fresh leather, the stench fills the car like a bomb that went off. At the police station I urgently wonder to the scientist’s lab. “Detective, the blood and finger prints lead to Angus.”

“Okay,” I say as I think Angus is completely guilty,”I’ll see what he says.”I parade to the questioning room confidently thinking this case was already closed. “So who’s fingerprints are they.” He asks as I shut the door behind me.”Yours.”I say staring him deep in the eyes. A murderer. “What? I didn’t kill her…”he shrieks.     “I didn’t say you did. We just need further questioning To confirm wether you did or didn’t murder Scarlet.”He relaxes his muscles and sits back in the screeching wooden chair.

“How did you know when Scarlet was murdered?”I say sitting down on the screaming chair.

“It’s all over the newspapers, did you see how many obnoxious news reporters and journalists there were?”

“When I came in you looked like you were in a brutal fight, what was that all about.”

“I’ve got a record for street fighting and fighting in general.”

“Detective! You need to see this right now.” As the scientist bursts through the door.


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A strange letter…

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Dear friend,

I am aware that you have come to our village, us children are in great danger. It all started a few weeks ago when a stranger had entered our home suddenly and ordered my mother to leave and she obeyed!

I glanced at him and my mother through the window but what they were doing was oddly suspicious, the stranger gathered the townsfolk except for us children and walked to the graveyard. I couldn’t watch anymore, they were digging up graves and more strangers came out… My mother just watched nonchalantly, it was almost like she was blind and what she saw was just not important.

This has continued for weeks now and the children, including me, keep diaries of what we see but whenever they approach the graveyard no one can look anymore because they’re overcome with fear. My sister tried to get a cuddle from my mother today but she just stood there not even caring about my sister’s attention.

I fear she is one of them and that we will become the monster they have turned the folks into. I miss my mother. I miss my home.

please help us,

Katie

Mount Everest

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Perfectly formed snowflakes fall from the baby blue sky, mountains of all shapes and sizes create a feathery terrain around me. The fresh smell of sweet and spicy curry packs into my nose as the damp heat wraps around me like a blanket. My lips are pale blue and shivering from the crisp climate. “Good morning everyone!,” I hear the Sherpa declare, “Come on everybody it’s time for some breakfast!.” It takes almost all my energy completely to stand but I just about manage to position myself upright. Almost. Sharp pains explode in my limbs like they’ve been stabbed with daggers all over, I gradually limp to the breakfast tent as the snow crumbles and crunches under my buried rubber snow boots. I reach the silky tent and begin serving soup and curry into a cramped bowl but not as cramped as the claustrophobic hut I stand beneath.

Holding my precious food, I limp back to my tent but grab an extra blanket on my ‘hike’ back. Sitting and gazing at the beautiful land before me I take my first sip of the heated broth. It explodes upon my lips like bursts of warm tea encasing my bitter blue mouth. I devour the curry almost immediately but regret how much I’ve eaten afterwards. “Time to start trekking everybody, please stay with your assigned Sherpa. See you at the summit!” The lead sherpa announces. Time to climb Mount Everest!

The Wedding

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I stand tall my head high and my chin up. My hands feel like they’re inside a playing drum, whilst my elegant pure white dress flows behind me like a leaf on a cool autumn day. Long strips of glittery material hang from my arms. Sequins of several shades of silver glimmer under the light as they run down my long sleeves. I feel like Cinderella with sparkling glass slippers enclosing my feet. The church bell rings twelve times. It’s time, I think to myself, time to get married. The grand milky doors open with a minor creak. Everyone stands as the pianoist plays a gorgeous song. I calmly parade to the rythm of the piano whilst I hold a bunch of red roses as the crimson carpet complements the crimson carpet. It’s time.

Be Happy :)

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The sun gleams upon my tanned face, the warm embrace of the heat complements the scene before me. The peaceful running creature slaps waves upon the dry sand. Fresh seaweed and powerful salt engulfs my nose whilst a creamy delicate silky pillow swallows both my feet. Across the tropical waterfront lays pure rocks nearly matching the cool sunny beige colour, perfectly stacked like a sandcastle.

100 wc

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This is my own 100 challenge. Let me know if you like it!

Then it melted into the shadows.

Palms sweating. Hands shaking. Head aching. I scamper whilst the bare skeletal arms spiral around me. Darkness screams upon the coal black fog. My hands shudder uncontrollably, I can feel it behind me following me through the fog watching my every move. I spring over the trunks of undead monsters but end up tumbling to the revolting and dead soil. I turn onto my back and it towers over me but doesn’t move its like he’s been glued to the dead floor. It gazes endlessly into my eyes. Then it melts into the shadows. I smile.

 

World war

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” They’re coming” my mother whispers to me motioning to hide in the closet behind me. My soundless footsteps tiptoe towards my only hope of surviving this tretorous hell. The door shuts. Silence screams. The closet jerks in terror.

Suddenly, the front door rudely bursts open to our soon to be demolished house, I then feel the grip of my mothers silky hand embrace mine firmly. I hear the enemy’s gun loaded as they venture the house chaotically, chairs shatter like the china plates that follow them, they’re getting close to the cabinet now. Tears swell both my eyes intensely nearly smudging my vision completely.

The closet door bursts open like dynamite, a single tear flows down my pale ghost like cheek, before I can react to the desperation of their discovery I hear the brutal shot of a gun.