House and its mysterious residents_IT WAS NOT MY PLACE_Chomp!_Reflection of Fate
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House and its mysterious residents
For me, in my childhood, everything was mysterious to me due to my spying nature. I cannot sit calmly until i reach to the bottom of things. There was a house they said to be haunted and no one dared to go near or even inside it not only in night but also in morning. People have seen shadows www.onedoor.ccand weird faces looming inside the house at night. Often screaming and moaning sounds can be heard from the house. Sometimes there was a pitch black darkness and sometimes there was a light circling in the house. My parents have forbidden me to go near the house. One night I was looking at the house and th...
IT WAS NOT MY PLACE
I had been walking for hours and I did not seem to be getting to my destination. As I went further, I met a crowd. The first face I saw was my musical mother. She came as Whitney. Around her was a throng. It looked like many people had been birthed in our house. I couldn’t remember when that happened but I felt like everyone in the crowd was my relative.Then Alas! I met my twin sister. We somehow looked alike!. She was musical. She had everything in talent that our musical mother had. She received all the attention in the room. Her voice was of course the instrument. Everyone in the room prais...
Chomp!
Chomp! “Sarina Put your mask on!” I screamed.“Why!” she moaned “We’re inside.”“You must wait till the air has been depressurised!”Ruff-Ruff. “Quite Ares or I won't give you your doggy treats” Ares is mischief, loves to bark and destroy the little things we have.It's 2179 and it has been 35 long terrible and boring years since we have been able to go outside without an oxygen mask. It's tuff with them on but we need them due to the governments being unable to stop pollution when they first heard of it ‘those dick heads’. I threw my shoes down, and the air and floor exploded with dust as they ha...
Reflection of Fate
Today was my eighteenth birthday. The wooden box from my grandmother sat on my black bedding. The gold key glinted in the yellow light of my bedroom. My hand shook as I picked up the key and turned it. A piece of velvet wrapped something heavy. With a sigh, the piece of velvet felt soft against my skin as I opened it. A scroll sat heavily in my hand. My fingers slipped losing grip of the scroll. In a tiny thump it crashed against the floor and rolled open. It read look in the mirror. Silently, I walked over to my mirror and just stared. My pale face stared back at me while my hands...