Tuesday, October 2, 2007

It was a dark and stormy night...


For a change, I want everyone to flex their creative muscle. I want you to practice writing an opening scene to a narrative. Narrative writing is very different than academic writing.

In writing, I want you to make a few choices:
What is the point of view?
What is the setting?
Which character do I need to introduce?

You may wish to write a few brief bits of dialogue, but really what I am desiring is a descriptive scene.


ASSIGNMENT:

I want everyone to write one paragraph finishing this phrase: "It was a dark and stormy night..." This paragraph can be about whatever you want as long as it is appropriate. Before you write: Read about the history of the phrase here.

To enhance your writing, use active verbs, figurative language (similes, metaphors, hyperbole, etc.), and rich adjectives.

Good luck, young publishing writers!!!!!

56 comments:

Lynn T. 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night..." Angela was shaking underneath her bed sheets, tightly hugging her pillow with one hand and a flashlight in the other. The howling wind, the ominous sky, and the roaring thunder, it all reminded you of a scene out of the movies and the suspense music would cue, and you just knew something horrible was about to happen. Her parents were away at a Halloween party and probably would not be home until the next morning, so Angela was home all alone. It was only ten o’clock, but the moon was almost transparent, it was pitch black, and it seemed like the darkest night of the year. The sound of her teeth chattering was competing with loud thumping of her heart. She put her hand over her heart just to make sure it wasn’t going to jump out of her chest. She could feel the eyes of her boy band posters gazing down at her, she felt like the walls were caving in, and she would be trapped in this room forever. However she felt safe underneath the sheets, nothing could happen as long as she was underneath the sheets. Then all the sudden her bedroom door creaks. Angela grabs her covers tighter, but she can see the hallway lights peek through her door. Now, she was afraid because she was positive she shut the lights off before going into bed, but she felt the mutant, or thing coming closer. She could see his hand reaching out, grabbing her sheets, and she screamed. She screamed so loud people in China could hear her, but then the thing was doing something unusual. He put his arm behind his back, and grabbed something. It was a zipper, it was her older brother dressed up as a pickle, trying to scare her.

Jeniffer M 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. The air was heavy as all the creatures swarmed through the vines and plants into the cave and kept each other out of harm's way. Then, a bombardment of sleet came unto the ground, calmly at first, until it became an attack. The animals hid from this disaster for a stretch of time. Once the drops settled, they hesitantly crawled out from the cave and onto the moss and leaves on the earth. The rain had left them.

Jen-T 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The sky luminating like someone kept turing the lights on and off in my room. My legs are shaking so feverishly, my body sweating as if im taking a nice hot bath. The thunder crackling like a tree breaking in two. I run into the hallway, waiting for someone to call my name to come to them."Anyone home!?!",... no answer. I decided to go outside. The rain is pouring on my head and face so furiously, so I stand there arms wide open. Terrifed of what will happen next, still I stand there couragously. Minutes are starting to pass maybe even hours. Still I stand there drenched in water and it started to feel good. All the worriness, the pain, the anger it all drifts away. Now im left standing in the rain problem free. I hear footsteps behind me. A smile breaks from my face and I turn around to see him smiling at me. I jump in his arms and he carries me inside. "Im not afraid anymore!".We put some dry close on and go to bed. I wake up and walk over to the window. The moon is shining bright as ever and no clouds in sight, just plain starts and black darkness anywhere. "Imagine, me not being scared of thunder anymore and having a wonderful husband...God I hate dreams" I give a chuckle and go to bed. "Who knows maybe tomorrow ill win the lottery!"

Chloe C 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, so it wasn’t really storming. It was barely dark. But, yes, it was night; if you call 5:00 night. Emy perched on the playground swing sorely wishing it *was* a dark and stormy night. She had a theory: if there ever was a dark and stormy night, there was sure to be trouble lurking about. This may sound abnormal to the uninformed ear, but Emy looked for trouble, craved it in her soul. Emy wanted to be a spy, and she was determined to have some experience. Her father was a missionary, trying desperately to convince a blood-thirsty native race of New Guinea to look towards Christianity; her mother desperately fought forest fires everyday. A more perfect match has yet to be made. Danger was in Emy’s blood. Something flickered at the edge of Emy’s extremely accurate peripheral vision. Darting her eyes to her right, a teenager about her age was clutching something to his chest. Her trained eyes picked out a black hoodie with a green streak artistically slashed on. He ran as if a ferocious lion were tailing not 10 feet behind him. Her eyes followed him as he debated whether to go right or left as he reached the edge of the park, and choosing left, slipped into the nearby post office. Slinking out of the swing, Emy quickly made her way to the street opposite the post office. Hiding behind a car, Emy grinned. It looks like she would have to revise her opinion of calm days.

laura b said...

hey

Consuelo T 2 said...
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Consuelo T 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, Rosemary had just woken up from her nap, and it was seemingly gloomy out. She didn't bother to check if anyone was home. She knew her parents worked on Saturdays. Her friends were all busy, so she was alone and bored out of her mind. The thunder didn't scare her much,she had as much courage as a lion some would say. She stayed in her room just killing some time, before her parents got home. It was now 9:15, Rosemary grew curious, and wondered why her parents weren't home already. They were usually home by 8:30. She was started to get worried, and the storm didn't help calm her nerves. She heard a loud thump that came from down stairs. By now she was sweating uncontrollably like she had just run a mile. She went to go call her parents, when all of a sudden the power went out. She stood still as she could, all she could hear was the beating of her heart. Her legs began to feel like jello. She heard voices coming from down stairs. She began to think the worst. She yelled out "mom.....dad?!" but there was no answer, the voices continued. With out warning the lights came back on, and all you could hear were loud shrieks. "Surprise feliz cumpleanos!"

Ashley N. 4 said...
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Ashley N. 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night.."
Actually, it was very bright outside, since it was only 3pm and it felt like spring outside. It was the kind of weather that made you want to romp around in a field of rainbows and candy canes. But Blith Weltschmerz, who was not romping around in a field of that sort, was not enjoying the nice weather, for he had taped a large picture of a dark and stormy night over his window.
"The world hates me," he moaned into his pillow. Blith began to sob angrily, thinking about the injustice he had to face every day.
Like his history teacher, who, like his other teachers, had plotted against him and took off ten points on his essay for turning it in late. Ten whole points! Oh, the villainy! Then there was his girlfriend, or should he say his friend-that-did-not-invite-him-to-her-birthday-party-who-happens-to-be-a-girl. Blith doubted she even knew they were going out, after all, she never responded to the note he left in her locker. His english teacher probably took it, Blith thought darkly, she knew he was a genius. She probably took the note and tried to publish the poem he wrote in it. It was a wonderful poem too, complete with a yes or no check box.
"Blith! Come downstairs please! Your lunch is getting cold," his mother called.
"Let me starve!" he replied, "You probably won't care!"
There was a loud sigh, but nothing else.
Blith, sniffling, opened up his diary and began spilling his emotions on the page, "Dear Diary, why does life fail me? I am hungry, but I will not succumb to the dictatorship of my mother. Love, Blith Weltschmerz."
The world hated him, it was a well known fact.



BASED ON A TRUE STORY.
Sort of.

(I don't have Microsoft Word on my laptop, so sorry for the typos, and for the length of it.)

Jillian D 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night i cant believe what happened. I was on my way home, a little late for curfew. I was almost in a full sprint. As i was running, i ran into a post in which i didnt see. I was knocked out for weeks before i woke up.
Alright, maybe i wasnt telling you the truth. THat stuff didnt happen. I was walking really slow and i was an hour early for curfew. I didnt want to sound like a fool when i told you that a piece of hail fell out of the sky, it was the size of my head and thats what knocked me out. Now i fell like an idoit, but thats it. I was knocked out for a good week and a half. It was a really dark night. And it was a very dark week.

Ngoc D. 4 said...

Prescript: Sorry for the extremely long story, I got a little carried away. Grammars are extremely bad also. And…yeah, I know this is not the best story ever, I read some other that are better. I know it’s supposed to be a paragraph too. Don’t worry if you hate it >.<
And I don’t mind if you don’t want to read it either
I won’t be offended.
For Mr. Walsh: I just realize that there’s no descriptive scene in my entire mumble jumble.


The Wings of an Angel

“‘It was a dark and stormy night...’
I was peacefully sleeping in my bed, unaware of all of the commotions that were going on outside the walls. Light flashed through the windows, illuminating every piece of furniture, clothing, pens, and papers that I had left scattering all over the room about an hour ago. Not only did the light illuminated what my mother told me to clean up, but it also drew shadows on my walls, shadows that I did not see, shadows that brought the outside world into my room. Completely covered in the safety comfort of my blanket, I woke up with a scream. However, it was not the thunderous storm that woke me up, but it was the face that I saw, the face that haunted me every night, the face that I could only vaguely remember. It was the cruel and unnaturally pretty face of a person that I once loved.”
Angela slowly puts her pen down because a tear has involuntarily left her eye and landed on the sheet of paper that she is writing on. Out of habit, she swiftly let her hand fly over the paper, the drop of water has magically disappeared into thin air, but it has forever left its mark on the paper. If this was any other day, Angela would have written a beautiful and eloquent story that will be praise by many. The story might even be praise by her English teacher, a man who critiques everything that has unfortunately cross his line of view. But today was not any other day. Today, all she can produce is a story that is not a story, a story that has no beginning, no meaning, a story that has no soul. Today, a storm threatens to flood the neighbor hood. More importantly, it reflects how Angela feels inside. Angela is sitting at a lavishly decorated desk that can sit at least ten people. With her perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect teeth, and perfect family, anyone who is lucky enough to have a glimpse of Angela would have mistaken her as an angel in disguise. But we know the real Angela, the Angela that quickly wipes her tear from her paper so that no evidence will be found. And she’s no angel in disguise. Maybe she looks like an angel, but looks can be deceiving.
The storm went away just as quickly as it came and the sun smiles warmly at the poignant cherubic face of Angela. Outside the ornate window, she can see the rainbow that decorates the sky. Her luminous eyes trace the radiant colors to its origin, though she knows better than that. Rainbows have no beginning or end. But maybe, she wishes, just maybe, she can find that pot of gold that is promise to be at the end of the rainbow. But who is she kidding? Her momentary fieldtrip has filled her with a calm feeling. For just a minute, Angela is able to get away, away from nothing and everything. Yet, it was just a minute. Now she is back, back to her room, back to the place that she never calls home. Just as she is about to restart her story, a little red bird flew by, singing a sweet song that fills her ear with pleasure. Oh how she wishes that she was that bird, and see the world through the clouds and not her window. Angela reread the last line that she wrote for her story, “It was the cruel and unnaturally pretty face of a person that I once loved.” She sees that cruel and pretty face everyday and she will face it momentarily when she goes to dinner. The thought puts a gloomy expression to her beautiful face. It’s hard to look at how a beautiful face can turn be so heartbreaking in just seconds. When she was younger, she would sweetly say hello to the cruel and pretty face. As time passes, her sweet hello turns into an inaudible hello that is void of emotion on a forced smile. Angela keeps rereading her last lines again and again until it became a slur words that make no sense in her ears.
Angela then scribbles the last line to her story, a story that has no beginning, no meaning, a story that has no soul. She slowly approaches the window and leaps off into the fresh air with a smile on her delicate lips. A person afar swears that he sees an angel. But is it an angel that he sees? Maybe the light was playing tricks with his eyes, or maybe, he did see an angel, flying toward heaven.
Surrounded by nothing but air, Angela sees the pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow. She also saw something on her back. Was it sparkling white or was it blood red? Angela’s mind and body is tingling with happiness that she never experience before. At last, she finally got her wish, to see the world through the clouds.
When the cruel and pretty face read the last lines that ended the story, she bursts into tears, but it was not for Angela

“…However, it was not the thunderous storm that woke me up, but it was the face that I saw, the face that haunted me every night, the face that I could only vaguely remember. It was the cruel and unnaturally pretty face of a person that I once loved. I called that face “mother” but there is nothing motherly about it. I found a way to not let that face haunts me in my sleep and waking moments anymore. I know the doors of heaven will not open for me but the scars are too deep, too hard for me to bear. So in that stormy night, I took a flight.”

Ngoc D. 4 said...

oops, i just realize it's suppose to be "an opening scene to a narrative"

ahhh, sorrryyy, i wrote too much...

Lynn T. 4 said...

Ngoc, it's absolutely lovely, I don't know what you are talking about. :)
I also really liked Ashley's.

Thanh N. 4 said...

"It was a dark stormy night..." on October 31 and Linda was playing spooky solitaire on the computer. She wasn’t sure what was happening in the world she lives in, she was just sitting there playing brain challenging games and looking at Korean forums. Linda didn’t really have much going on in her long pathetic life either so she just figured that she’d stay inside. Unlike any other 16 year old, she liked her yellow room and what was in it. There were many large posters on her wall, but most of them were her favorite Korean boy band. She was a crazy obsessed fan even though she’s not Korean herself and couldn’t understand the language either. It was 10 o’clock at night and all of her bratty little brothers and sisters, and obnoxious parents were asleep. It was a school night, but that never stopped her from going to sleep early. She usually sleeps at 1 A.M. At this time, Linda has moved on from her pathetic games and went on to a Korean forum website called Soompi to look at the updates on her band. While she was reading the comments, she heard a noise. She was very scared because she has never heard of a noise like this. For one thing, it was a creaky loud noise that could make the hair on your back stand up. The noise was getting louder and she started to get even more scared. Suddenly, her door knob started to turn. At this point, she’s ready to scream her heads off. When the door opened, she screamed like one of those girls in a horror movie when they see the killer! After 5 minutes of screaming, she realized it was her favorite singing group from Korea. She was the happiest girl alive, but she didn’t understand why they came on Halloween.

Mr. Walsh said...

It was a dark and stormy comment...
I like how everyone is re-interpreting the opening lines and using them in different ways.

It is interesting that some of you are playing with the convention of mysteries/horrors with unexpecting endings and surprises. I like it!!! Some of you, such as Chloe and Ashley, are dismissing the notion of dark and stormy and going in other directions. Great!

Keep it up and comment on one another. For me as a teacher, this is a great way to hear your writing voices - don't be afraid to carry this over into your essays.

Ngoc, no worries about the length - keep up the strong writing.

I've been egged on to contribute my own "creative" piece. Check back later in the week.

Hillary D 2 said...

"It was a dark stormy night..." and I had no where to go. My drugged up father had thrown me out of the house, again. Everyday he’d bring home a new woman from one of the many clubs he’d go to every night. My mom had left after giving birth to me; she didn’t want me either. I was all alone. I started wandering down the streets of New York. Many people would say it would be dangerous for a girl my age to be walking alone in the streets, especially at midnight. I really don’t care. I am tough and I had no other choice; my father’s beatings had toughened me up. I got soaked from head to toe. I wished I would get sick and just die right there because there’s no reason for me to live anymore. My life was hell…
*BUMP*

“HEY! Watch where you’re going!” I shouted at the stranger that I just collided with.

“Hey, calm down, okay? Sorry.”

I gave a huff and started to walk away again. He caught me by my elbow and asked me what I was doing on the streets at this hour. “It’s none of your business.” I said coldly.

At that he let go and went his own way. Maybe…maybe I was being a little too harsh.

Hillary D 2 said...

NGOC YOUR STORY IS SO NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =]

and also everyone elses :D

Savannah W 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, and all the power was out including the phone lines. Bobbina needed a flash light to finish her English homework because she had fell asleep while reading The Catcher In The Rye. She grabbed her sweat shirt and her fluffy slippers that felt like walking on clouds, those gave her a little comfort walking around a HUGE MANSION WITH NO ELECTRICTY!!. She started to walk down the hallway and then heard a noise that echoed throughout the whole house. It crashed, and stomped three times, then stop when it heard her scamper across the floor with fear. She heard another noise, but this time it sounded closer than ever and for some reason she ran towards it, like the stupid people in horror movies you yell at and tell them "NO GO THE OTHER WAY DUMMY!!!" and coincidently she gabbed a flash light from beside her where she was standing and found the mop laying on the floor, and this humongous creature in the shadow sitting right beside her! This creature had big round ears, long whiskers like jump ropes, and a tale the size of a snake! She screamed and tripped over her own feet as she tried to run out the room but when she looked back and pointed the flashlight strait towards the room as she rolled over to look back, there was a tiny mouse sitting right in front of her nibbling the cheese from the mouse trap. She meant to tap her head as to say "duh!! we have a mouse" and hit herself with the flashlight by accident. She then got up and walked around still looking for the flashlight, when she got fed up and placed her hand on her head but felt a hard thump when she did it. She look at what was in her hand for about a minute and then said in a dull manner "I hate my life" and guided her self back to her room, but she didn’t finish her English homework. She had to much of a headache to do anything after hitting herself with the flashlight twice. She went back to sleep.

Victoria P. 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. Sarah was home alone. It was the kind of night she actually enjoyed after her happiness had left her. She had lost so much over the past year. Her boyfriend of two years had left her heart broken and her mother was never home after her struggle with trying to make ends meet without a father in the picture anymore. Sarah was lying in her bed, watching a movie when her friend had called. Angel and Sarah had been friends for only a few months, but Angel had always known when times where rough for Sarah. Angel would be stopping by soon to make sure Sarah was feeling better. So many thoughts ran through Sarah’s head. Whenever anything had been wrong her boyfriend would have been there to comfort her. If he was not there then her father would have been. She just sat and thought how she could have lost so much in such a short time. It was then that Sarah realized she didn’t need anybody in her life that did not need her. She had made a beautiful friendship with Angel, and was preparing for a new life.

Marissa G 4 said...

“It was a dark and stormy night”and of all nights it had to be Friday the 13th, Lilah and her friends were rushing home because like it said it was dark and turning into a pretty bad storm. The sky was being lit up by bolts of lightning. While walking toward her friend Noelle’s house Lilah got the feeling that someone way following them. She didn’t want to turn around because she was too scared. They were still about 10 minutes away form the house when Lilah began to here footsteps right behind them, so she looked at her friends they were just laughing and walking along, nothing from what they could tell was wrong. So Lilah just figured she was hearing things until one her friends Molly disappeared there wasn’t even a scream she was just suddenly gone. So Lilah began to freak out and when she turned to Noelle and Rachel to see what they thought they should do they were still just walking and laughing they didn’t even notice that there other friend had disappeared. Lilah began to run as fast as she could because she just wanted to get to her friends house were she would be safe. As she was running she was not paying attention to were she was. Suddenly she fell and when she look down there was nothing below her, she felt like she was falling trough the air. Right before she was about to hit the ground she woke up with Noelle and Rachel surrounding her. She was at Noelle’s were she was going to sleep for the night, Lilah turned to Rachel and asked “Where is Molly?”
“Last night we were attacked on the way here and they grabbed Molly” said Rachel
“When that happened we all began to ran but you went in the opposite direction” Noelle said
“We made it back here called the police and within the next hour they found you asleep on the side walk you had fallen” said Rachel
“We went to the ER with you and Molly you have some bad cuts, but they let you go, but Molly is in the ICU” said Rachel with tears beginning to roll down her face.
“Will Molly be alright?” Lilah asked
“Eventually but its going to be a long time until she does both mentally and physically” Noelle said.
“I nothing is kind of soon but the police want us to go down to the station so we can try and figure out what happened” Rachel said
“ They need our help in trying to catch the person that did this to us” Noelle said with a strong face.
“Ok then lets go and get it over with so we can get who ever did this there sentence.” Lilah said beginning to get ready to leave.

Katherine Z 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, a night so terrifying that it will surely scar anyone who stumbles upon it. The pitch dark of the sky overshadows even the faintest of the light. Nothing but black…..no moon, no stars, not even the sound of animals that are usually so active. The only thing around is black… total blackness, added to that a place filled with the undead. OK, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but hey that’s what I’m going to tell my friends when I see them tomorrow. It’s all their fault that I’m here in the first place; this is not a place where a 15 year old girl should be in. A lousy cemetery for crying out loud, a mall I can live with, even if its 2 already, anytime is good for shopping. I shouldn’t have even play that stupid game of truth or dare, nothing good ever comes out of it. Stupid Ann and her big mouth “ ohhh its not that dark are you scared of something?” I’ll like to see her come here, I’ll bet she can’t even go anywhere without anyone accompanying her, too scare to do anything alone. I’m not scared of the dark or anything, I mean who would be scare walking in a cemetery, alone..with no one around for hours? Hahaha…nah I’m just bored so I’m blabbering to myself, ok I’m just going to walk faster now..and go home. They’re going to get it from me tomorrow, going to hear a night so scary that they won’t be able to go out along for at least a month, especially Ann.

Chloe C 2 said...

Ashley, I like your story. I wonder where you got the name Blith from.

Ngoc, your story was very good. When reading it, it felt just a tad repetitive. (hides)

Hillary, I love your story. It's very realistic and makes me want to know more.

Some stories seemed anticlimactic. Perhaps you were trying to find a way to end the story without dragging it out?

Overall, nice job everyone
Constructive criticism is welcome.

Mat M. 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, the air was cool and crisp as Matty Smitywerbanmanjensen was sprinting through the deep and lush forest. He could only see his breath and under the flash of lightning and he could only hear his footsteps one after another under the roll of thunder. The high crescent moon would occasionally shine through breaks in the clouds and suddenly his best friend Victor appeared running as well in the same direction under the moonlight. His heart beat racing Matty cried “VICTOR….. VIC!!! OVER HERE!!!” “What are we gunna do?” Vic yelled back. They met up under large oak tree and they could barely see each other in the pitch black. Matty said, “I told you we shouldn’t have come out tonight… I TOLD YOU!” As a crash of thunder rolled throughout the forest. “VICTOR, NOOOOOOOO!!!” Matty yelled in the midst of their conversation.

nashally t 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night as the room stood silent. The constant squeaking of Jermaine's eraser was the only distinct noise that broke this barrier. Sweat dripped off his forehead and landed on his term paper as he worked vigorously into the night. Rain pitter-pattered overtop on his roof as he grew more and more aggravated. It's weather like this that brought out the worst in him. He couldnt sit and concentrate, so he decided to call a friend. He removed his cellphone off the night stand and flipped it open. He continued to dial the number and place the phone against his ear as he waited for an answer. Nothing. He threw the phone against the wall and watched as it shattered into pieces. Jermaine didnt care. How could he ? Why would he ? With school and sports on his mind, he had no time to think. No time for himself. He shook his head and rolled across the bed reaching for a picture of him and his bestfriend. Tears began to fall from his eyes. He placed his head in his hands and began to cry. He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and gently placed the picture frame on his bed as he walked over to his mirror. Bags had begun to form under his eyes from his sleepless nights and wrinkles had etched themselves out in his forehead. He looked over at the clock on the wall. 2:45 AM. He shook his head again. There was no way he would be able to finish his paper in time for school. He sighed and walked back over to his bed and picked the picture up again. "I wish you were here man," he said to himself as another tear rolled down his cheek. "I wish you were here." He placed the picture back on his nightstand and layed back on his bed. He closed his eyes and paid attention to each raindrop that hit his roof, as he went deep into thought. "Jermaine, with everything going on in your life why did you just complicate it more? What's wrong with you?" He quickly sat himself up in his bed and glanced over at his bestfriends picture one last time. A slight smile crossed his face. With everything else going on, he's failed to ask himself the one question that could change his life. Where does he put the body ?

Belinda L 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain felt like icy piercing needles on my neck, but I didn’t give up. The thunder sounded like vehement clapping and the lightning cracked, bringing out the colors of blue and purple into the night sky. By now, I would’ve thought I wound be dead from pneumonia or something. It’s not my fault. It is mid November and all I have on are jeans and a sweater with no hood. To make it even better, I have socks on with those stupid Addidas sandals that everyone slips on with socks. But it doesn’t bother me much anymore. My mind can only recollect the depressing images of Alvin. I see a bench near by in the park. I don’t want to sit there, but where else can I go now? My home is no longer a home, but only memories that linger about. The trees seem torn, with only a few leaves left on the branches. The cement on the other hand is filled with once colorful leaves that now can only show its darkened color that makes the park seem so much gloomier. Still, even at this point I didn’t give up. I would only become like the tree, even if there is no one there, I will keep waiting, until my time in the spring, when everything will be alright again. The clouds seem extremely dark at this moment, and then black. There he is again, the one that caused my bitter heartache.

Mr. Walsh said...

Here is my attempt. I am humbled by all of your great writing. You can tell that I have just graded 50 plus vocab quizzes and 50 plus open responses before I wrote this...

It was a dark and stormy night and Mr. Fitzpatrick was still at school, at his desk, in his chair, pen in hand. He avoided looking at the clock. There was no salvation of the bell at this time of day. September was the cruelest month and Mr. Fitzpatrick was already overwhelmed and behind schedule. The papers had been piling up since the first day and Mr. Fitzpatrick, who has been known for periods of peculiarity, was determined to not let his weekend begin without finishing the stack of essays. So he dithered away, rubric in hand, red pen marking his way through the writing. With each stroke, Mr. Fitzpatrick sighed. Yes, an audible sigh from a middle-aged man.
Every once in a while, he stared out of his window into the parking lot. His lone car getting beaten by the early Fall rain. Again, he sighed and graded: A, B plus, A, Gentlemen’s C, and so on. His eyes soon became heavy and tired under the florescent lights, and as he was about to put the final stroke on the final essay, he heard a scream. An audible blood curdling scream. It had come from within the building. Mr. Fitzpatrick should have froze at this situation. He should have leapt in his seat and gone swift into action. However, the never-stymied Mr. Fitzpatrick put his papers in his briefcase and thought internally, I’m going home. I’m sure I’ll hear about the scream tomorrow during the announcements.

Ashley N. 4 said...

Chloe, I really liked your story, I was kind of dissapointed that it wasn't continued.
Blith is a revised version of the word, blithe, which means happy and Weltschmerz is another word for angst.
I enjoyed your story Katherine because your character interacted with the reader and was relatable.

Elaine T 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night..." and I was hovering under my warm sheets for I was terrified of storms. Alone in my dark and empty house, noises from every dark corner echoed causing me to tremble and jump. Afraid of thunder and lightening since I was three, an ear-splitting BOOM shook my house and I felt my heart drop to my intestines. The dark world outside suddenly was lit with a flash and just as quickly as it was lit, the world outside was devoured by darkness again. The old stairs creaked and the pouring rain made my windows look as if they were bleeding. I felt as if the walls were caving in and my ancient roof was collasping in around me. I was so frightened, my teeth not only chattered from the cold but also chattered from my on growing fear. Trapped and too frightened to move, I began to cry quietly. Then I suddenly heard whispers. Maybe it was my imagination or maybe it was the ghosts that are said to be in my house, but whatever and wherever these haunting whispers originated, I heard them loud and clear. Spine-chilling and almost in painful moans and shrieks, the sounds kept coming, each time seeming to be closer and louder than the last. Each shriek sounded like someone was being tortured. I was so petrified, I swear I saw eighty transparent and bony hands reach and try to grab me. I grasped onto my sheets tighter and tighter like I was holding on for dear life. My heart was beating out of my chest and I felt like I was going insane. My body felt numb, and every sound that could be heard in the house seemed so loud it made my ears hurt. I screamed and cried for help, hoping to be saved by someone outside or maybe from family who may be returning home soon, but no sounds came from my mouth. I screamed and screamed but not once did I hear my own voice sound in my ears. Suddenly I felt a cold, slimy hand fold across my mouth. I tried to scream louder than ever hoping someone might hear me. I felt other cold hands hold me down and suddenly, it got harder and harder to breathe. Slowly my world became black and the only sound that I could still hear were the rain drops hitting the pavement. Before I knew it, everything was pitch black, and silent. The next thing I know, I woke abruptly in my sheets, soaked in my own cold sweat. The room was dim and gloomy and the only sound I could hear was my father's snoring and the rain outside, hitting my window. Thank god it was just a nightmare.

Kellie L 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, actually it was Christmas Eve and Tyler's family was still putting the final touches on their Christmas tree. Even though inside was filled with joy and laughter, outside looked gloomy, dark, and even raining, anything but Christmas. There was no snow on the ground, no Christmas lights, just a vacant neighborhood. Even though they were low on money and lived in the worst part of town, they tried to make the best of Christmas. "We should decorate outside mommie", said Tyler's little sister. But of course they all ignored her. Tyler on the other hand wanted to as well, but then changed his mind as he remembered what happened 2 years ago. Not only was their "Welcome" mat missing, but their angelic Christmas lights that lit up their neighborhood were stolen as well. All of a sudden, their back door slammed shut, footsteps throughout the house, but Tyler's whole family was in the living room. "No, not on Christmas Eve. Any day but today", said Tyler's father. He was used to burglaries and robberies as this was not their first. Walking cautiously to the door, baseball bat in hand, Tyler's father was overwhelmed with shock. It was not a burglar, but a new welcome mat and Christmas lights lighting up their dark and stormy neighborhood.

Aaron G 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night with the boy home alone. The power went out suddenly. All he could here was the clock, TICK TOCK ect. Trying to navigate his way to the kitchen he then found a flashlight. The batteries weakened and then they died. He could not see anything, BOOM!!!

Andy T. 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. Jeff was sound asleep even though it was pouring out. He was such a deep sleeper that nothing would have waken him up until he heard a loud boom, coming from the kitchen. Jeff jumped out of his bed scared out of his mind thinking to himself, what the heck was that. He knew something was wrong since his parents were out of town and he was the only one at the house. He laid there in his bed for about two minutes hoping that nothing was there but then again, he hears another BOOM but this time it was closer. He laid there in his bed afraid of what was in the house and then he hears some footsteps slowing creeping up the stairs. Afraid, Jeff pulls the covers over his head and cuddles into a ball hoping whatever was coming up would just disappear. As he laid there, he heard something opening his bedroom door, following that were footsteps coming closer and closer to him. Then it all stopped, dead silence. Hiding under his covers for about five minutes, Jeff thought it was safe now to get out since he didn’t hearing anything for quite a while. Slowly pulling the covers off of his head, Jeff gets a strange feeling, then BOOM… five minutes later, dead silence around the whole house, even from Jeff…

Jonathan C. 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night..." and I had never been so afraid. Something was coming forward, I could hear it miles away. Louder and louder, his footsteps banged in the sky. The scary part was that I could never tell where he would go next. He was completely unpredictable. Bang, bang, bang...each pulse of sound rattled the very chains that were holding my mind together. The sky was bombarded with flashes of lights. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die" is all I remember thinking to myself as the tears burst from my eyes. Quickly, the door blew open, but the storm left hardly any light to see. To survive, I began throwing objects at it, but they never seemed to reach him. Truly there was no way to beat this beast, it had taken my family and most of my home. It had the power of God, and seemed immortal. What was left of my home was lifted into the air and scattered into many pieces. Almost as if I was stuck in the moment, a bright light caught my attention and disappeared, but I was still mezmorized. I believe it was a sign from God saying things would get better. Paralyzed in the moment, I was unaware of the noise behind me. A couple of miles away at the coast, the face of death began to grow large. By the time I realized this, Death had his mouth open and was ready to swallow everything. This wave of death came but for once I stood my ground. I faced what I could not run away from, and another flash of light came to me the moment before I was taken away. I was engulfed by the water, but I didn't care anymore. Finally, I was with my family again.

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will h 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night when i was on my way home. As I walked a heavy rain began to fall. All of a sudden I felt a huge chill run down my spine. I was drenched an getting nervous because the streets were barren. I was very scared at this piont so i began to run somewhere safe and dry. As i ran i was seeing strange shaped shadows so i ran faster. i was two streets from home when a giant dark figure jumped out at me. I tried running away but more kept appearing. I was horrified and screamed for help. But it was no use, I was TRAPPED!!!

::HebaK:: 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night while Amelia was anxiously and patiently waiting for her night lover Henry. Henry had distinct characteristics that were found special by Amelia, and her only. He had eyes as green as the ocean, as deep as death valley. His golden hair and pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Amelia sees a shine glimmering its way towards her.
“What can that be?” she whispers to the lonely and cold night.
Little does she know that it is her beloved Henry, truly about to reveal himself for the frightening creature he is. Amelia always knew that there was something mysterious and unfortunately…dead about Henry. But she scarcely believed in the supernatural. Henry thought that it was time his lover truly knew his nature and other side; he had another reason for revealing himself . They cared and loved for each other since the day they meet. Amelia was climbing her way into adulthood. Henry was climbing his way into his late 300s, although he doesn’t look it. It was time that she gave up her soul for their love.
Amelia is still patiently waiting in the rain thinking about the glimmering light and Henry. Out of distraction, she finds herself looking into the eyes of a black eyed man. She let out a yelp and a tremendous and shivering scream.
Amelia was staring into the eyes of Henry Fitzwilliam, her one and only. Everything went black after that precise moment.
Henry was gently staring at the girl who fainted at the true sight of him. The part of him which has an undying thirst for an unnatural drink, the part of him who is shifted and monstrous; his mouth and eyes. They are the evil in him, they repress it.
Amelia slowly regains conciseness. She takes a meaningful and emotionless look at Henry and whispers
“Who are you, poser?”
Henry slowly and carefully replies, “ I am a creature of the night, I feed on your type and have abilities none of you could ever imagine of.”
“I do not know of you nor want to. I am leaving you, monster.” Amelia gracefully replies.
Henry gets frustrated and his green eyes turn to black predator eyes. Amelia gulps and tries to run for it.
She is stopped by the ravished Henry, and just when she is about to scream; she feels a sharp pain in her neck. Henry is slowly draining her life source. Amelia slowly figures out his goal, through the gasping pain. Henry Fitzwilliam is minutes away from transforming her into a monster ,or is his lust going to do worse?

Steven E. 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night as the boy walked to the park. He got a note earlier in school from an anonymous person telling him to meet him there at midnight. This was no ordinary night. The winds howled, the rain was coming down violently, and in the distance you could almost here screams. The boy didn’t care though. He was absolutely mesmerized by the letter. It was written in some type of red ink that bared a striking resemblance to blood. Finally the boy got to the park and no one was there. He waited a few minutes and was about to leave when he heard something coming up behind him at a tremendous speed. He tried to get out of the way but it was too late, he was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he was chained in some kind of dungeon with a horrible creature standing in front of him. The boy looked up and all he could say was” It’s YOU”.

Martin D 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night...well not too dark… The game was scheduled at 6:00 P.M. , but started around 7:30 P.M. because of the traffic jam. I was soaking wet, my whole team was drenched, and running on the turf field was as slippery as skating on an ice rink. There was less than a minute left in the game, if we didn’t score a goal, it would have been a draw. I had the ball and started dribbling down the wings, huffing and puffing. My heart was beating like crazy, my head was pounding, major stress on my shoulders, and sweating, which is sort of strange don’t you think? Finally, I crossed the ball to a striker, who miraculously volleyed it straight into the goal effortlessly. Everyone was so happy and started cheering. The score was 3-2, in case you wanted to know. We poured the container of water on our coach, even though it was raining cats and dogs, just for the hell of it. What a relief and also no fitness torture session at practice the next day. YES!!!........DAMN! It was all a dream. I wish I were a better player, especially with the game winning assist. Too bad I’m defense. =[


Yea…I didn’t know what to write. (did it in like 5 minutes) LOL

Herman T 2 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night..." Eric was going over last minute adjustments on his telescope. He was pacing around in his crowded room trying to remember what he was missing. It was pretty hard to find something when you leave everything everywhere. Eric silently promised himself to clean up his room tomorrow. Then there was a flash and the night lit up. Eric was staring into the sky at the source of the glare, it was a circular fluorescent orb. Eric knew that it was coming, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. The orb began to open and the rain was repelled from the orb. Eric ran back into his room from the balcony and rummaged through his room for his phone. The orb then became a black hole, Eric knew that the world was coming to an end. He tried to run from the black hole but it was futile because he was sucked straight into the black hole. Before he was in the black hole Eric remembered seeing a hand grab him as soon as he entered the black hole… Eric wakes up and it was pitch black. Eric goes over to the curtains and pushed them aside and he notices that it wasn’t stormy and dark but sunny and clear. Eric quickly looks back into his room, his room was clean and organized. Eric thought it was a dream because everything was opposite of what it was before. He then looks into the mirror and screams…

Herman T 2 said...

hmmm that was a stupid story....

Eric wakes up by the roar of thunder and he looks outside and sees lightning flash. He was relieved but he decided to stop watching the Sci-Fi channel.

xD

Mr. Walsh said...

I see many of you playing around with the conventions of horror and science fiction.

It is interesting to see, even if many of you are working in that genre, you still find new ways to approach it. Heba, I enjoyed your take on the transforming boyfriend.

Keep it up and comment on one another.

sandy j 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night when Helen got into a horrifying car accident. She was running away from her husband who was abusing her a few minutes earlier. Helen got into an argument with her husband about will coming over. Will was a long time friend whom Helen went to college with. He came to see how she and the kids were doing and to talk about Helen’s marital life. She was afraid of James and what he would do to her if he ever found out about their discussion. “When are you going to do something about this life?” he said. “I’m fine”, Helen answered. Nothing was fine though, Helen lives in fear everyday because of her husband’s need to dominate her. He’s a very jealous man and he also made everything tumultuous between him and Helen. Just when will was about to live, James opened the door and growled like a bear in the middle of the woods. He gave will a look of contempt which was enough to send him running for his life. James was furious and Helen was frightened. What she was afraid of happening actually happened. He made a fist and threw it at Helen. Helen was thrown against the wall and down to the floor. She got a hammer from the kitchen and hit him in the head with it. She started running as fast as she could with her heart racing. This time, she wasn’t going to let her fear get to her. Blood was dripping down her nose and she had bruises all over her body. She was running ferociously turning back each time to see if he was following her. Helen tripped over a rock and fell, she tried to get up when a car came straight towards her and hit her. The car sent her flying on the window straight to the ground. There was a girl in the streets that saw what happened so she called an ambulance as fast as she could. The news ran fast like a river and like Helen’s tears that she had died on her way to the hospital.

Malik B. 4 said...

“It was a dark and stormy night…”, I had just turned four and thunder storms have become a new discovered fear of mine. The threatening night sky was full of lightning that seemed to have crashed down on neighboring houses, I began to think this storm would be the end of my what has seemed to be a short life. Both of my parents hadn’t yet returned home from work and I was left alone with my older brother Sean. Sean was thirteen and of course found it amusing to add to my fright by telling me there was more than lightning in the world that was out to get me. Hearing of more threats to my safety, it became to much I wanted my parents or any adult to console me, but that wasn’t an option and I completely broke down and began to ball my eyes out. With every thunderous roar of the deadly storm, a chill was sent down my spine, but was each time quickly replaced by happiness after finding out that the crash hadn’t been the one that I “knew” was coming for me. As Sean amused himself with my fear, I heard and saw something I would never forget. I saw a big flash and crash right in the middle of our living room right where Sean was standing. Smoke began to fill the room and my childish thoughts seemed to becoming real. Just as death was approaching me in the form of a fire, I was waken up from what I thought was my brother as well as my own death, but my loving mother “saved” me from the horror of my own young mind that had brought me to near insanity. Apparently I let my imagination get the best of me as I fell asleep and drifted into a nightmare.

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casey w. 4 said...

"It was a dark and stormy night.." as I crept into my house as quite as a mouse so I didn’t wake my family because everyone thought I was tucked away in my warm blankets the whole evening. I moved slowly and steadily but I felt like every step I took was as loud as a crack of thunder. I was so nervous I was shaking like I leaf. I got through the back door but the walk up my stairs was going to be the challenge. I was being caution and quiet as I passed through the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a body moving down the hall, so I jolted into the closest closet and sat down. I was breathing so heavy I was afraid whoever was walking down the hall could hear me. I sat in that cold and smelly closet for about twenty minutes before I realized this door that I never noticed before. I was curious as usual and picked the lock to the door with a hair clip I was wearing. Let’s just say that was not a wise decision because what I was about to face was a lot more frightening then facing my parents when they found out I snuck out of the house..

Cristina V 2 said...

“It was a dark and stormy night, it was Friday the 12th at about ten minutes to midnight and Leah was coming home from a party. Her house was all the way across town and she kept hearing footsteps like someone was following her. She ignored them for a few minutes, but then the noises got louder and closer. Leah began to freak out; she turned around to see what it was behind the tree, she was relieved to find out it was only Fluffy, Mrs. Johnson’s dog. The noises kept coming but again Leah chose to ignore them, figuring it was only another animal. She looked at her watch, it was midnight, Friday the 13th, and she already missed her curfew. Leah began to run, in hopes of getting home sooner, when she started to get a stronger feeling that someone really was following her, she turned around and this time it wasn’t Fluffy who was behind the tree because, suddenly a shot rang out…”

::HebaK:: 4 said...

I love your story,Mr. Walsh. Its funny and frightning; like my nightmares about school!
I haven't read any fairytales yet!
Some one should try making one

Jessica F 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night..."
I was trying to sneak back into my house. I figured it would be pretty easy since I already snuck out of it. Everyone was asleep and I knew my brothers would rat me out if they saw me. Every noise the house or the thunder made made me jump. I started sweating and getting very nervous. I was so afraid I would get caught. Of course when I started shaking it wasn’t making anything any quieter. I got through the side window and into the hall way when I heard a noise from the stair well just a few feet away. I quickly snuck into the living room behind the couch so I wouldn’t be seen. I saw the bathroom light go on and the door shut. I knew I didn’t have much time to make it down the hall and up the stairs so I moved fast. I got all the way up the stairs. Just about to turn the corner to my room, I was so sure I was home free and I woke one of my brothers. I pretended as if I just was downstairs getting a drink and he went for it. Thank God he was so tired and probably didn’t even remember seeing me the next morning or I would have really been done for.

Amir Q. 4 said...

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain was falling very hard. You could hear every drop as it fell on the leaves and soaked the trees on the condensed forest. Chuck was driving on a road, that itself was soaked, near the forest. Other than the light was coming from chucks headlights and the sudden flashes of thunder every few minutes, the road and surrounding forest were shrouded in the darkness. Chuck started getting nervous; he felt a chill go down his spine, there was someone on the road far in front of him. He could barely make out the outline of a person from the very little amount of visibility available. As he was getting closer his mind raced, what would he do? Should he ignore the person and keep going, or maybe he should stop as he was a very generous and humble person, and the person in front of him seemed to be in rags of some sort. As he got closer his fear over took him and he decided to just keep on going. To help calm himself he turned on the radio, which was set on the news. The reporter then informed him of something that would make his heart stop, an escaped convict was on the loose in his general area and the description matched the person that he was coming up to. The reporter told him to be very careful as this convict was extremely unstable and very dangerous. Beads of sweat were rolling down Chuck’s face, almost matching the heavy downpour of the rain. He sped up and tried to go past the person as fast as he could. As he approached, he heard a noise from behind him. Looking back he saw nothing and then as he turned forward he saw…nothing. The constant hammering of the rain lessened as he moved toward his destination, almost to a peaceful shower. As he approached his destination, still shaky from his encounter, he decided to turn on his radio again; the same reporter came on and informed the audience that the escaped convict was a Halloween joke. With all of his worry he had forgotten that it was Halloween. As he stepped out of his car he saw something that would scare him stiff. A piece of a tree, shaped with the outline of a person, had fallen on his car, producing the loud banging noise he had heard earlier. Although the tree did not have the rags he had clearly seen on it earlier.

Amir Q. 4 said...

Sorry about the long story and it not being an opening paragraph to the narrative, i got carried away by writing it.

Jess L 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, and Seth had just left his friend's house, headed home. He decided to take the shortcut through the cemetary, since it would save him some time, and he was already coming home late anyway. Seth always put out the tough-guy vibe, and although he didn't let it show, he was very afraid of the dark. Hesitantly, he started walking through. He took out his cellphone and used it as a light. The dim light clearly didn't help, but it was more for his own sense of security. At every sound, from a stray cat to the rustling of leaves, he glanced around nervously. Suddenly, it started to rain, and he had to put his cellphone away. That made it even more un-nerving.

When Seth was almost near the end, he kept his eyes on the hole in the fence, knowing that once he got there it wouldn't be so bad. He was so concentrated on the hole in the fence that he almost didnt notice the shadowy figures off to his left. His eyes quickly darted over, and he could make out the shape of 2 adults. Shovel in hand, they were digging up a freshly buried grave. ALl of a sudden, they stopped. At that point, he knew he had been spotted. He wanted to run, but they were standing between him and the hole in the fence, his escape. He had to turn back, he had no time to think of any other solution. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, the 2 men not far behind.



And that's the intro. I had to stop myself from writing the whole story, it's wierd having to stop after the intro.

jimmy v. 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. The waves were bashing the tiny tuna-fishing boat around like it was a toy. All the crew members were inside trying to stay warm and dry, but there was work to do, tuna to watch. George was the youngest member at age 22 while most of the others averaged at around the mid-thirties. Being legal and practically an adult however, didnt give him protection from being pushed around. ''Hey George! Hey buddy! Its your turn to check the tuna pen.'', Sal yelled when George walked into the gally. The others, eating at an old, funny-smelling table chuckled quietly but somehow the small kitchen amplified the sound. ''I've done it for the past 3 days dammit. I ain't doing it again.'', George retorted tersely. ''Com'on buddy old pal. My leg is feelin' kinda sore and achey. Will'ya do it for me just this once?'', Sal begged. It was obvious that he was giving the others this sarcastic joking look. It looked kind of like a dog's face, except dead. George was tired of Sal, but he would take his shift anyway. Sal was the kind of pig-headed guy that you'd have to do favors for to stay on his good side. George put on his dry wetsuit and the heavy scuba equipment, not saying anything as Sal walked up the stairs to the control room, satisfied with himself. He walked out on to the deck and stared at the dark, foamy water sizzling around the boat. The tuna-pen, a large net attatched to the ship that carried the catch, was massive and looked kind of creepy floating so close to the ship. All he saw was this large circle floating in the water and in the darkness it didn't look a part of the ship. He tied himself to a tether. This was too keep the tuna's circular swimming formation from sucking him down to the bottom of the huge net like a cyclone. He took one last breath and put the mouthpiece in. The foaming water caused temporary blindess as he jumped into the freezing atlantic waters.

This is the intro. I'm done because its already kind of big. I had fun writing this but it took a while to get an idea.

Oh yeah, in the water, George sees a huge hole in the side and that all the tuna escaped. It's basically him swimming alone in the ocean in this giant net. If you don't get the size of the net or whatever, just googe ''tuna pens'' in images. It's one of those. Also, by a ''huge hole'' I mean like half of the net ripped up. It was a monster-type thing, I havent decided what yet. Harhar. Ignore the typos.

DAvid T 2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night. Jane was taking a little stroll in the hallways of school after her club had ended. She absolutely adored school. It was nearly 10 o’ clock and yet Jane was still walking around school. Everyone had retired back to their homes. The school was deathly quiet. Jane hadn’t realized it, but there was another person in school with her. One by one, the lights behind her were shutting down. One by one, the doors around her were slamming shut. The halls were empty. All was dark. It was pitch black. Jane thought to herself Is this what its like to be in a black hole? There were no lights outside. The radiant moon had disappeared. Someone had done Jane the pleasure of leaving a single light on in the next hallway. As she approached the light, she heard the familiar squeaking of the wheels from the trash barrel that the janitors always pull around school. Squeak…squeak…The sound ripped through Jane like a knife to butter. Jane became pale. It was so hard to tell if she was still alive or if she had died of fright. She remembered hearing stories from her best friend Amber that there were some special janitors that go around schools at knight, taking whoever’s still there. Jane was at her limit, she ran towards the light. But, the closer she got to the light, the more she noticed that there was someone on the other side of the light. Jane let out a shriek. The kind of shriek you would hear when someone was close to dying. If you had heard it, your ears would have bled. In her panic, Jane decided to run for it. She wasn’t ready to die. Not just yet. It was so dark though. She couldn’t see a thing. Why isn’t anyone coming to save me? Jane thought to herself. There were loud grunts behind her. Jane was looking vigorously for an exit. She was in tears at this point. They were gaining on her. She had had enough. She pushed the closest door she could find and plunged though, hoping it was an exit. In all the commotion, everyone had forgotten about the stairs on that floor. The school was trying to remodel the stairs, and stopped halfway in its progression. Jane had no idea where she was. After the second step through that door, you could hear Jane screaming as she fell. The next day, the police had found some blood at the end of the unfinished staircase, but there was never a found body. The janitors look very confused when they were questioned by the police. They said that they had no idea why she was running from them. All they wanted to do was return the pocketbook that Jane had left in class after her club meeting.

henry d:2 said...

It was a dark and stormy night, and everything gave a terrible fright to Willard. For he woke up due a horrible dream about clowns. This scare has led him to paranoia and he swiftly built a fortress that would protect him from dangers that lied ahead, it looked chaotic with stuffed animals raining down as arrows to his bed. This fortress consisted of 4 huge stuffed pink pigs that covered all 4 corners of the bed, the were grand and was twice a man’s average height, it was surprising he had room left in his miniature bed. and little tiny stuffed animals in between reinforced with pillows, a strong armor and a deadly weapon of projectile at the same time. It looked magnificent like a castle with each stuff animal given a role to protect the king, you could feel the protection from the grand walls. This constant sounds of collecting stuffed animals from his trunk gave his sister, Karina, a curious feeling of what lie after the walls of Willard’s door. She gently opened the door, and was in a amazement, and quickly joined in the fun

jimmy v. 2 said...

Where did the body go. WHERE?!? D:

Jillann C 2 said...

It was a dark and story night. The four friends took out the Weegie board and began playing it. The candles around then instantly went out and the girls were terrified. Then, a creaky door opened and a ghost came soaring threw the room. The screeches of the girls went threw the old, dense walls of the beaten down house. The ghosts flew after the girls while telling them that they’d never get out the house alive. As if that wasn’t bad enough, all of a sudden, skeleton arms started coming out of the floor boards. It wasn’t long before the bats were let loose out of the cellar. Then, the girls woke up; it was all a dream. To this day, none of them can go near a Weegie board. But, the good news was, it was just a dream that all four girls had at the same exact time or was it not a dream?

Trang T 2 said...

‘”It was dark and stormy night’’, the temperature had dropped a few degrees and the clouds had been blown away to reveal a sky dark and wide. Daniela and her family decided to stay warm in the tent and they would start their journey the next morning. After last stormy night, they woke up and everything seems so fresh and clear. They could smell the freshness of trees and listened to the voices of the birds. Daniela stomped out of the tent and looked at the sky. It was blue and white clouds created a beautiful picture. They were having a pinic at Bell Isle. The island was about few miles, surrounded y Detroit River and approached by a beautiful white bridge. As they cruised around the river, they were gazing at the Canadian skyline.
Ps: Im sorry for being late...