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Screamers
No one knew why the screamers screamed.On a good day, when the wind blew in the right direction, you could hear them a mile off. That was when it was time to move, or else they’d come for you with their eyes dripping blood and throats gone raw. Whatever terror they saw, you’d have to be careful not to catch it too and if you looked into the eyes of a screamer, you were lost.People had theories and rumors, of course, but no one really knew was it was like. Something just snapped and you started screaming like the rest of them until you were lucky enough that someone could put you out of your m...
The Unknown Dancer
December 24th 2005, my office was having a Christmas party and I was very eager to go and me my secret Santa. I went to my closet and grabbed the outfit that I purchased for the party last week. I had already gotten my haircut and a shave, so I began to get dressed and my phone started ringing, it was my boss. I answered and said Mr Jackson what a surprise, he said that his wife brother Richard is in town for the holidays, can you pick him up from the airport. I said yes I will and what time do I need to be there, he said 5:00 pm. Great and I hung up and continue getting dressed. Now it's time...
The Graveyard Visitors
1,431 words The Graveyard VisitorsThe sun was just starting to set. It was Halloween. What a night for Bob and Vinson. They could hardly wait for Halloween for they had plans. Bob and Vinson were friends and was in the same class in school. They were two boys that was known to do anything. They weren’t afraid of nothing. In school they would play tricks on the girls and get in trouble. This year for Halloween they talked about going trick-a-treating and after they finished they would go out in different costumes and scare kids after they came out each door and steal their candy. The kids woul...
Beat Stops!
“Your seat, sir,” the www.onedoor.ccair hostess cleaned some imaginary dust from its cushion.The passenger looked around before answering, “Thanks, I’d like to sleep, so no interruptions.”His crumpled Daily Mail hit the floor. The headline glared up at him, ‘Guitarist - Dead’.“I know you,” wailed a girl sliding into a seat nearby.Mr Giles Goodly tutted and glared at the hostess. The Thai Airways lady offered an embarrassed smile.“You’re the drummer! I know you. Why have you cut your hair?” she continued.The once bouncy black curls now styled as a grey crewcut.“Excuse me, young lady. Please leave him in pea...