Fiction

I trudged into my gloomy basement on Halloween night, and I saw furniture floating around the basement. Then I ran to get my parents, and they came sprinting down the stairs.

The glowing moon fades through my window as I try to sleep. Tossing and turning, I watch for creepy crawlies ready to pounce or bite, ghosts in the walls playing tricks and scaring kids.

The phrase is not now, when means if you are going to do something and you can do it, why wouldn’t you? Many people who want to do things in the future don’t always do it.

(just a warning, this is a little intense, it isn't like, oh the kid walked into the creepy forest and then walked out again cause it was creepy. it's defiantly a little bloody, so for those of you with low terror tolerance, be aware.

He sat under the old, drafty window. The thunder crashed and the rain poured down like it was crying. The wind howled like a lost soul, lonely and hollow. The floorboards creaked and he shivered. Then his electronic letter machine buzzed.

    I wake up with the sun shining on my face. I looked out my window to see the snow from the night before. I quickly jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs. My mother was in the kitchen making waffles, my favorite!

The coffee maker beeps in my old, warm, and surprisingly comfy olive green kitchen. I slowly walked over and pour myself a cup in my favorite mug. A mug from my granddaughter with a big smiley face on it.

I don’t remember when it started and I doubt I’ll remember when it ends, if it does end at all. I’m shocked that I didn’t notice it starting, but I wish I did.

Sophie’s eyes burned as she stepped back out onto the sandy white beach her legs nearly giving out beneath her. She stumbled across the shoreline, looking out at the churning ocean.

“At least we don’t have to wear uniforms anymore.” he says with a resigning sigh. The boys around him nodding along in agreement, stripping off what remains of their former uniforms, leaving them in only their cotton underpants.

By a sparkling and cool lake, I looked for Ashwin. Everyone else had already abandoned the search for him long ago, non believers I say. Oh how I screamed at them for giving up so soon, Ashwin is worth more than such a pathetic search.

    The early morning sun rose from the horizon, passing over the crashing waves as they settled onto the cold morning sand. Few birds filled the skies and the clouds spread like a painting.