

ShadowsStrange Shadows form In the dead of nigh, filling your Dreams with terror and fright. Heart racing with fear. Struggling to wake up. Feeling a warm breath on your neck. And cold locks on your wrists and ankles. Finding a last bit of energy, You open your eyes to find Shadows Of every shape and size creeping into Your head and heart. Filling your dreams with fear and stealing Your life right in front of you. From falling into pits of despair, To being tied up in a metal chair at the bottom of thee ocean. Lying in the same bed, seeing the fear in yours andShadows


Page1 of ExperimentTragic stories appear in my head as if they were a choice between dark chocolate and white chocolate. Of course I would pick DARK! XDPage1 of Experiment
As for this story, I had a hard time having it flow through my head. So here is goes
The beginning of this story all starts out as a dream.
Sitting on a bench you over hear two scientists on their lunch brake talking about a missing lab experiment thats easily angered and will attack anything. They say it has the head of a dragon, the tail of a unknown creature and a beaver, the body of a lion, the front feet of a lion, th


StormThee wind blows and the wolf howls. The little child cries from the fright of this lovely night. Thee mother soothes the child. Don't be afraid sweetie, its only a little storm. Shadows creep into the house Forming strange figures and curious objects On this lovely night.Storm
Aubrey L R.


Speed 'em up.As I needed and needed my eraser. I hear some who speeded and speeded up. Then all of a sudden, I hear a big boom. I look out the window to see a car with a smashed front end. I dial 911 and tell them to get here as fast as they can. The man was all right but he it will take him about a month before he is ready to drive Again. About a month and a half later, the same guy speeds down the street with a new car. Not knowing a cop is around the corner. The cop clocks him going 75 mph. In a 50 mph. Speed zone. Turning his sirens on, the cop pursuits after the speeder. The speeder gets a tSpeed 'em up.
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When a boy writes off the world, he does so in sloppy mispelled words, when a girl writes off the world she does it in cursive.
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Peachy keen!
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Peachy keen!
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Peachy keen!
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Peachy keen!
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