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Let's have fun writing a story everyone and see how far it get's. On Your Mark, Let's Go..
While I was asleep in the room last night, I was awakened by a strange noise that sounded like a weak moan or if someone was in pain. The house was dark and I was afraid to go downstairs to see where the noise was coming from. I just laid there as the rain was coming down hard beating up against the house and loud thunder. It was a full moon because the light from the moon was shinning directly in my window and I could see it.
Oh my, there's that noise again. Who is in my house and how did they get in? I reached toward the phone and in panic I knocked off the glass of water that was on my night stand. As my hand shook in fear, I grabbed the phone and and held it closed to me as I sat up in bed. When I picked up the receiver, I discovered there was no dial tone. What should I do I thought. Should I scream, I have no where to go. As fear gripped me, my heart began beating fast as I began breaking out into a sweat. Then I heard something break from downstairs. It sounded like it was one of my vases in my living room that was sitting on one of my tables. Oh no, what can I do. I manage to get out of the bed and ran over to shut the door and lock it. As I headed toward the bed, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I then stooped down and crawled under my bed. I shook as tears ran down my face. As the rain was coming down hard, the thunder began to roll even more as lightening skipped through the sky. I could see the shadow of the trees blowing outside as the moon shining through.
The footsteps became louder and closer as the person's moaned grew stronger. This person was almost near the top of the stairs. What if they find me? What am I going to do?.........
Tag, You It, (add on now)......
How is the moon shining through, if it is pouring down rain?
Sorry...I am extremely detail oriented and don't mean to ruin the story.
Said the ghost
This spoiler of the day
It came just out of nowhere
Throwing right into the fray
The further complications
intentions to distract
our hereoine at such a time
when every second is prestine.
"Go away, lousy ghost!" she hissed. "I saw the Moon and the rain coming down from a checkered sky, this I swear!"
"Naughty, naughty!" the ghost laughed. "You've answered my question with deception. Will you with me please come? I will take you up there!" The ghost pointed towards what now appeared to be less than a half Moon.
She suddenly remembered what her grandmother had used to say: "It ain't over till it's over." In fact, Granny had been saying that almost right up to the point when it really was over and she was no longer living amongst us.
"Don't just roll over and play dead!" her grandfather used to say, nodding in agreement. Grandpa should know, he had been a wounded prisoner of war.
"Get a grip, get a grip!" she whispered repeatedly, fighting off tears. Her uncontrolled sobbing had so overwhelmed her that it was getting harder to breathe, and on top of her fears she now worried that a sudden cough would give away her position. What could she fight back with, what weapons might be at her disposal? she was thinking. The soft area mat in front of her bed? The electronic scale that weighed her in at 95 pounds on the dot every morning?
She heard the door creaking, and a long shadow spread slowly across the floor. "It ain't over till it's over! Get a grip! Don't just roll over and play dead!" the words flashed through her mind repetitiously. I'm gonna kill that man, she thought to herself, as she felt her heart pounding hard and rolling over inside of her chest.
With a splash of courage she grabbed her chamber pot... Then she remembered that she ordered a 24 hour emergency plummer for her second floor bathroom leakage, but it was too late. Her shaking hand did a precise job. Judging by his elaborate swearing, he's got all of it on his head. Slowly and wretchedly she left her shelter under the bed...
she decided to exit via the window, it was open, and she could climb out onto the roof of the conservatory. She still had what she thought was the phone in her hand, but looking once again she realised it was in fact the glass, that once had her water in.....
Desperate measures, the guy was lying on the floor, she was on the roof, her son was driving towards the house., and she looked down to see her desperate lack of clothing.
"oh dear, this is a most unnatural situation!" her head throbbed as she scrambled up the roof tiles. No way she was going back into the house...nothing in the world could make her do that...not even her son who was now parking the car...
She trembled, her apprehension brimming. The cold didn't help and then...a sharp crash of sudden lightening nearly jolted her from her perch. Oh, no...please not rain..please no rain..please....RAIN! GREAT! JUST GREAT! Now what...she couldn't stay out here, and catch pneumonia with next to nothing on...
by MissJamieD5 years ago
Let's write a story together and see what we come up with. You get 10 words or less to continue the story from the previous post.Here's the first line...As the 1966 Ford Mustang reached the 30 MPH corner..........GO!
by Renee S6 years ago
As I was driving down the road the other day I noticed.....
by BenWritings7 years ago
Each person writes a sentence, and the next person creates the next sentence of the story.I will start it with:There once was a ferret, who lived in a tree.
by jdeschene10 years ago
I feel like I've seen every possible writing prompt website there is? I want to try something fresh and new. Does anyone know of any fun and exciting writing prompts? I'd love to hear about them.
by Martha Sugg Drexler7 years ago
Is it more important to develop characters first and then write a story around them or vice versa?
by Mikeydoes7 years ago
Be creative and take the story where ever you want. Be funny or mean, whatever, I want to hear a story about a character made up by everyone. Going on a journey or doing something. The name of the character is Mikey.1...
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