Treehouse Confessions_Evanesce_Help From Beyond_A Writing Legend
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Treehouse Confessions
It is a warm August afternoon in California, so Candace and I are hanging out together. My hands are behind me, and my legs are hanging over the edge of the somewhat clean wooden boards that I call the floor. Candace's curly blond hair is on my shoulder, and her little hand is enclosed in mine. We're staring at the sky together, and since our parents aren't home, we've planned to stay up until at least two in the morning.Candace turns her head to glance at me, her eyes, as blue as a cloudless sky, crinkle up around the bottom, and she giggles as a butterfly flutters around my head. "This is th...
Evanesce
Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to live a different life? I did too. I wanted a life of adventure and suspense, somewhere I can explore unnatural things. That one curious thought I had got me where I am today. On an early October morning, specifically the day where every young kid dresses up and goes trick or treating, and where haunted houses are everybody's go-to. Today is Halloween. The autumn breeze filled my lungs as I rose from my bed, sliding my feet into warm slippers, and trailing down the stairs, to a warm cup of coffee and a scone. Opening the windows to welcome cool breeze...
Help From Beyond
As the alarm sounded off at 4:30 AM, Special Agent Clare Higgins lazily reached for the alarm clock to stwww.onedoor.ccop its incessant chirping. It was a rainy Monday morning and she had not been able to sleep very well the night before. It seemed like she had just gone to bed when the alarm clock started its obnoxious aria. After hitting the snooze button, a couple times, Clare decided to get up and start her day. As she showered, she could not get the dream out of her mind. It was so odd. She was not a fan of stories involving ghosts, visitations and the like. All of that seemed like nonse...
A Writing Legend
A hooded figure walked through the empty alleyway, the moonlight shining down upon them. Tiny droplets of rain fell down against the bricked pavement and cottoned cloak. The sound of smooth jazz and laughter could be heard more clearly as the anonymous inpidual stopped in front of a hidden door behind a wooden barricade. A feminine hand revealed itself as the sleeve of the cloak slid down its owner's arm as she raised her arm up to knock on the old, metal door. All of the noise coming from behind the door went dead silent as she continued to knock a secret code. Music and the laughter continu...