Telephone Lines and Earthquakes_Candy Town_The battle of a lifetime_Sandman
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Telephone Lines and Earthquakes
The windows are starting to fog, and you can’t remember www.onedoor.ccwhere you told the cab driver to take you.You trace someone’s name in the condensation, but you can’t read it so you can’t remember who they were either so you wipe it away with the edge of your sleeve. You watch the cotton of your shirt grow fat and dark against your skin, and it’s an ugly sort of thing so you press your forehead against the window and watch telephone poles zip by.You wonder who’s calling or if anyone even does that anymore, and the grass at the base of each pole is starting to creep up the splintered wood, intertwined l...
Candy Town
One day it was a girl named Mia. Mia was home alone one day and there she saw. It was a magical portal. Mia wanted to go in the portal.But Mia was doubting about going into the magical portal because she thought it would take her somewhere bad. Mia was so curious so she walked in. When she walked in she was spinning around and only saw purple and blue. Then she fell out of the magical portal and saw a sign that said ´Candy Town. She was confused when she first got there.Mia had noticed that there was candy everywhere. Mia went to go ask for help when she met a girl named Kira. But when Mia loo...
The battle of a lifetime
Ever heard of Narnia, as in the book about a girl who discovers a portal in a wardrobe. I've found a portal in a closet and not my closet but an empty closet on the left of a hallway that connects the front door to the living room. The strangest part is I never know where it's going to lead to that and I always have this cool red suit with a cool helmet which bring the whole suit together anyways back to the I never know where it going to lead part, it's different every time like how your teacher gives you different assignments to complete, well the closet gives me different places to help. I ...
Sandman
Milan Boudreaux had never heard a sound as simple yet terrifying as the pop of the glass jar which had shattered into a thousand just pieces six-feet across his room. Sand fell upon his head. He braced for his mother’s reaction. This was the third time that she would walk into a room of sand which Milan couldn’t explain. She was stupefied as to why her son kept leaving heaps of sediment all over the floor of their shotgun house. Milan was too. Strange things had been happening to him for nearly two years. Turning glass into sand brought a new seriousness to it all. Just two days ago he had b...