List • Getting stranded • Getting kidnapped • Being completely helpless • Drowning • Being trapped
Routine is something we love, whether we know it or not. The lack of routine during natural disasters is what usually causes chaos. Yes, there was damage done but why should damage cause chaos? Sadness? Yes. Anger? Yes. But not chaos; chaos is caused by the abnormality of the situation. When people get lost, they get worried and scared. Even if it’s just a little. These emotions are simply because they don’t know where they are, it’s not a part of their routine. When a person gets stranded, it’s a completely different story, I should know. I was going to apply for a job and I was very excited. I was riding the train by myself and I was ecstatic. I was growing up, becoming independent; this was exactly what my family had been telling me to do for a while. I was heading to a town that I had never been to before, so my mom was keeping tabs. I was supposed to call her when I got there and then call her again when I met up with my sister. Well, on the train my phone died. Wanting to keep up the appearance of a mature young lady, I borrowed a phone to call my mom and let her know. Unfortunately, she didn’t answer and I had to leave a voicemail. Despite my phone being dead and knowing I would get in trouble for that later, I had butterflies. My butterflies were caused by me doing something out of routine. When I got off at my stop, I felt tiny. I had gone from feeling like a ‘big girl’ to feeling like a tiny ant. I had no idea where I was or how to get anywhere. I tried to remember what my sister told me and started walking. My goal was to find the Starbucks, go inside and wait for my sister. I had been walking for fifteen minutes, there was no Starbucks and it was getting dark. The houses had gone from small businesses to abandoned businesses and houses that were falling apart. I turned around and found my way back to the train station. I sat down on the steps and waited, hoping my sister would find me. I hoped that my mom had gotten my voicemail and told me sister. I hoped my sister would realize I couldn’t find the Starbucks and come to get me. I waited for three hours. It was cold and windy; I had lost feeling in the tips of my toes and fingers. The train station had gone from a friendly looking place during the day, to an ominous place at night. Several people had been hanging out there, and they all stared at the obvious outsider. I continued sitting there even when a drunken man came running through, harassing and threatening people. I tried to make myself smaller so I could go unseen. I continued to sit even as police cars pulled up to arrest the drunken man. I was frozen, afraid to be ignored or worse. I had lost my voice; I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was angry and hurt; I felt betrayed. I had trusted these people to keep me safe and guide me. When they couldn’t do that, I had trusted them to find me. They didn’t. After two and a half hours, I dug through my bag for all the money I could find. When the next train stopped, I found my voice and asked when the next would come and take me home. As soon as that train pulled up, I bought a ticket and hopped on. The warmth overwhelmed me and I got teary-eyed. I sat down in an empty car and hoped no one would join me. Someone did and stared at me the entire time. I ran off the train and into familiar territory when it stopped. I walked home; I cried the whole time. In a time of fear and need, no one could help me but me.
Getting lost can be a frightening feeling, especially in the situation you write about. I know I rely on my phone to get me out of scary places and would feel helpless trapped in the above locale without the recourse to that crutch.
• Drowning • Death • Clowns • Being kidnapped • House broken into Normally I hate Halloween. Something about people dressing up in masks and able to walk around and you would have no idea who they are unless they tell you themselves. They can basically take you if they wanted to. So here is the story of a girl named Hannah. Hannah loved Halloween. She just loved everything about it. The fact that you can dress up and be someone else, seeing little kids in their costumes, different costumes that either make you laugh or scared is what makes Halloween so interesting to her. Hanna hated clowns though. She thought they were so scary and just didn’t like them. On Halloween night, Hannah went out with her friends and went to different houses. As the night got dark and it was time to go home, she felt as if someone was watching her. Hannah rushed home, walked through the door, shut the door, and locked it. Hannah then went up into her room and lay down in her bed. She then proceeded to call her boyfriend, but he did not pick up the phone, so she turned over in her bed and fell asleep. Hannah woke up in the middle of the night and walked downstairs into her kitchen. It was really dark and the only light was from her refrigerator when she went to go get a drink. Hannah turned around and there was someone standing there with a clown mask on. Hannah got frightened and then started to laugh. She thought it was her brother pulling a prank on her. Hannah then said, “Take that off! It will take a lot more to scare me.” But the kid in the mask did not say a word. She then got chills running down her spine and she put the glass down. She then started to back up to go to her mom’s room, but before she could get there, the man grabbed her and covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Then Hannah past out and the man dragged her out of the house. Hannah awoke in the trunk of someone’s car. She knew something bad has happened but didn’t know how to get out. Hannah then started to kick and punch and scream on top of her lungs, but nobody heard her. It was no use. Then the car came to a stop. Hannah began to panic. She then became really still so she could hear what was happening. She heard footsteps outside and then she could feel her heart pounding against her chest. The trunk opened and then everything went black. Hannah awoke outside with a big pool in front of her. Hannah noticed she was on a chair and she couldn’t see the man with the clown mask. Hannah began to get more scared. At that time, her phone started to ring and she grabbed it and looked down at it. It was her boyfriend. She quickly picked up the phone and said for him to come and help her. She told him where she was and he quickly came to help her. But before her boyfriend could come and get her, the man came back. The clown then started to walk towards her as he noticed that she was untied. The clown then started to wrap her back up and then he stopped and looked at her. She then let out a scream. The clown then wrapped up her mouth. Then the clown walked away. Moments later, the clown was still gone and she heard her boyfriend pull up. He was where she was in two seconds. He saw her and then started to untie the knots. As he was getting the last knot out, the clown came back and looked at the boyfriend in the eyes and pushed him into the water. Hannah just stayed seated and wasn’t getting up without her boyfriend. She then started screaming and kicking at him and punching at him. She then started screaming so much that the clown decided to back up and walk away. Her boyfriend then popped out of the water and dragged him into it. The clown then started to drown which eventually would kill him. Hannah ran up and hugged her boyfriend. She was extremely happy that she was alive and her boyfriend came to save her. As they were walking up, the police showed up and she told him everything that happened.
• Moving • Losing my parents • Never being able to play a sport again • Dying • Being eaten by a shark
It was a few days before the Thanksgiving game between Dunellen and our next-door rival, Middlesex. It was the last day, a half-day, before the break and the school was going crazy. We have a pep rally every year on this day where the football players and cheerleaders were recognized, and there is the classic tug of war competition between the grades, which my class had won last year, and plan on winning it again this year. For some reason, everyone is always concerned with my wellbeing recently. Maybe it is just because I am the quarterback, or maybe they are genuinely concerned, whatever the reason I have noticed that change and have been questioning it. Regardless, the festivities of the pep rally rolled on. The cheerleaders finished their dance and the junior class had won the tug of war contest two years in a row. It does not look like we will be losing next year either because then we will be seniors. No one will be as strong as we will be. Finally, the bell rang and we were free for the Thanksgiving break. The best part was, tomorrow is our big game, and none of us can wait. Trying to go to sleep the night before a game is pretty much impossible. The butterflies are going insane inside of your stomach and you just want to start the game right then and there. Nonetheless, I have to relax and stay calm in order to bring the trophy back to the place it belongs, Dunellen. Worrying that I would not sleep at all, I worried myself to sleep and slept like a baby. I woke up nice and early, ate some breakfast, and got dressed. As I made my way to the field to watch film, I felt myself get nervous again. I was able to control it though and get back to normal. Watching the film felt like it took four hours! The anxiety began to kick in and everyone was jittery as can be. Music blasting, blood pumping, we were ready. As we filed onto the bus, we all felt confident that this was going to be a great game, no one would get hurt, we would win, and we would all enjoy our Thanksgiving dinners later that night. At last, the game was underway. We were driving the ball and we could not be stopped. Middlesex did not have an answer for our unique offense. Until one play could have changed the game completely. Coach called the play in, he wanted to air it out and loosen up the defense with some passing. I got set under center and awaited the snap. As I called out the signals, I got the snap and dropped back. I had Nassan, my wingback, wide open downfield. I saw the defensive end coming hard off of the edge and knew I had to get rid of it. I launched the ball deep down the field and as Nassan caught it, the corner grabbed onto his foot but Nassan broke free and was in the open, touchdown Destroyers. Then, everyone went running back to the line of scrimmage, where the quarterback for Dunellen was laying on his back with his eyes open. The trainer was asking what was wrong, but David was not even sure himself. All he knew was he could not feel his legs. They called an ambulance to take him to the hospital to hopefully find out what was wrong. After hours of tests on his body, the doctors came back with results. He took a deep breath and said to my parents, “I am so sorry, but ligaments were torn in both of his legs.”
Confused, I replied, “What are you saying?”
Hesitating for a moment the doctor responded, “I am so sorry, but you were paralyzed from the waist down. That was the last game you will ever play.”
I don't know if you did it on purpose or not, but the way this shifts from first-person to third-person works really well for the content of the story. Good job.
• Drowning • Heights • Dying • Disable • Failing in life
I have many fears that I can’t get over. Every day I feel like some fears fade while others grow stronger. Well let me tell you this one story that you won’t believe. So I went an amusement park with my friends and we went to the water rides. Carla and I went to the pool section we needed to work on our tan. Carla fell asleep and I spotted my eyes on a very cute guy. I wanted to go guy hunting. I went all the way in the deep end and I can’t swim. “Hi, my name is Rebe.” I told him “Hi, my name is Jake.” He told me. In the corner of my eye I saw a girl swimming over. I gave him a gentle smile and saw a girl arrive to where we were. She grabbed his arm and put it over her. “Hey babe. Sorry I took so long. Can I have a kiss please?” This girl told Jake. Jake grabbed her waist and gave her a light kiss. The girl put her arms around him and giggled and looked into his eyes. I gave a little cough making sure they knew I was still here. “Sorry Rebe.” Jake told me. “Babe, Gary was looking for you.” She told him. “Okay. Nice meeting you Rebe.” Jake told me. “Nice meeting you too.” I told him. Jake came over to me and gave me a hug. I felt my heart slowly melt and he gave me a light smile and left. I was about to leave when I felt the girl hold onto my arm. I looked up to her and her eyes spilled out hatred. I was afraid and I pulled back my arm to see that she wouldn’t let go. “Don’t you dare to talk to my boyfriend.” She told me. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.” I responded. “Well now you do.” She gave me an attitude. She pulled me and threw me to the deep end. They had just turn on the waves and I felt one pelt my back. I went in the water and I began to twirl. I then felt something grab my leg. I could feel that the air was slowly leaving my body. I began to kick to get the hand off of me. I opened my eyes and noticed that it was Jake’s girlfriend. I grabbed my other foot and kicked her in the face. I doggy paddled my way to the surface. I took a big gasp of air and. I felt somebody grab both of my feet. Before I knew it I was in the water again. This time I had no type of strength I let my body go. I gave up and I felt everything go black. My worst fear was that I was going to drown. I gave up. I can’t even go out of this world with a bang. I didn’t do anything. I felt the ground but I was only there for a second when I finally knocked out. “Rebe?” I heard a distant voice. I coughed and I felt water come out of my mouth. My throat burned. I opened my eyes and I saw my friend and a guy holding onto me. I squinted my eyes and noticed that it was Jake. I forced a small smile on my face. “Rebe I’m sorry I broke up with her I saw what she did to you. Anyways we were having trouble. Wow sorry I’m so inconsiderate. How are you feeling?” He asked. “I feel just fine now that you’re here with me.” I gave him a light smile.
The story is good, but you need to do some proofreading here. Some punctuation issues in a few places. I feel bad for Reba. She seems like she got a bum deal.
- Someone close to me dying - A bug crawling in my ear - Gaining weight - Swallowing a bee - Getting dragged by a river
I must have been half awake at least. I was awake enough to feel it crawling up my cheekbone. I was awake enough to feel its tiny little legs tap my earlobe. I was obviously not awake enough to lift my hand and smack it off of me though. It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon. Summer time is perfect for picnics at the park for the sake of watching the sun set. It was a family tradition at first but like always members of our congregation started to join us. The night before I was up doing some party planning and I ended up going to sleep at two in the morning. Considering I woke up at seven in the morning, I had no energy to enjoy a quick soccer game with the kids or to even read a book. I lacked the energy to do anything so all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and never wake up, that sounded perfect at the moment. I was looking at everyone around me enjoy the summer weather. I was eating my sandwich, enjoying every bite. I sipped some of my iced tea and thought about how it would take forever for the sun to start setting. I decided that I would take a nap on the picnic blanket. No one would notice that I was asleep. Traditionally, we sit all together and watch the sun set as we talk about life and such. I was just too desperate for sleep though. I lay down on my side and felt my eyes closing. My eyelids became heavier as each minute passed by. For some reason I could not have my self completely fall asleep though. I guess that I was so anxious for some rest that I could not get myself to do it. I finally closed my eyes and the sounds around me began to fade. That’s when the worst thing of all happened to me. My biggest fear became a reality. I started feeling something crawling on my face. At first I thought it was me imagining things but then a sudden and sharp pain in my ear canal woke me up from my slumber. I shrieked because I started feeling something squirming inside of my ear. I also heard shuffling inside of it and it was driving me absolutely crazy. I was in so much pain. I guess it was my screaming, my jumping up and down, and the tugging of my hair that finally got my family’s attention. They rushed to me and asked what was wrong. I screamed to them the answer and my mother drove me to the hospital. I was really trying to hold myself still but the squirming within my ear made me want to squirm as well. When my mother told the receptionist my condition they took me in right away. They took me to a room, put me on my side and the doctor examined my ear with a light. He grabbed some tweezers, which was kind of scary but I was desperate to get that bug out of my ear. I still can’t believe that happened to me.
My wife is so scared of this happening that she would not even be able to read this without freaking out. It is certainly a rational fear. This is fun.
Nerves snap like twine to be forever stressed, Under that shame to remain ever dressed, Left to turn to a drink that makes it smooth, To put to rest chatt’ring; little to prove. Stress to lay the body to a tremble, When truth will lead to such ghastly ramble. Yet the touch of liquor to bone succeeds To calm all in a chill. Conscious precedes Before each sip that would lay mind to hell. Stuck in the now; null and numb do I tell, Such a binge that bewilders every sense, Leaving less to linger for time to rinse. But ever influenced to rhyme for love I see little use to neglect to rove, For to be lost longer is sooner found When to ever seek romance is profound. A life to live the bottle shall shatter; Banish all sense otherwise to gather, Yet simultaneous is love when hate Bites always at the kindness that it ate. And fear and shame of far gone lineage, Forever to put to name despite age, A past fearful to repeat, such repent To every sin unknown, never decent Do I present virtue, too meek of mouth, Forever deaf to drowning in that drouth. To bridge that infiltration to the lung, Followed by noise, a hollowing which rung Throughout a skull falling to daft and dull Thoughts of old; claiming romance void and null.
I think you mean conscience, not conscious. Wow, this is my favorite poem I've seen of yours. Well done. It so artfully provides commentary on virtue and vice. I love this.
Not marrying Trey Songz Getting a deadly disease Being alone Getting kidnapped Losing my mother
I have a lot of fears. Out of all my fears, the worst one is definitely getting kidnapped. When I was alone in the back of this car, I didn’t know what to think. Tears rolled down my face and I couldn’t help but think that my life is over. How did no one see him grab me from behind and making me get in his car? Someone had to see. Maybe the police are looking for me right now. Of course my phone is dead so I can’t call for help. I remember watching the movie The Call and I tried to do what Hallie Barry told that girl to do. I tried to kick out the back light but It was way harder than I thought. I couldn’t help but to panic. I thought about my family and how they’re going to feel. This is my entire fault because I decided to take a short cut home. The car comes to a sudden stop and I fall towards the back of the car. My heart pounding so hard, the man with a mask coving his face opens the trunk door and pulls me out. I scream at the top of my lungs but when I look around, I see that I’m in the middle of nowhere. I kick and try and get away from him but he is just too strong. He throws me into a barn looking building and shuts the door behind him. I tried to look for a way out but it was dark and there weren’t even any windows. He comes from the back room with a rope. I started panicking because I don’t know what he is going to do with it. He pulls me off the floor and brings me towards a pole that was in the middle of the barn. He tied my arms behind the pole and tied my legs together. It was so tight I felt like I was losing circulation in my wrists and ankles. He left the barn. I tried to wiggle my arms out of the ropes but it was way too tight. I didn’t know what else to do besides cry so I sat on the ground tied to a pole in a crazy man’s barn just crying my eyes out. I was never going to see my family again and I didn’t know how to handle that. Being kidnapped is one of my worst fears and of course it happens to me. He comes back in a couple hours later and he is stumbling and talking to himself. He comes to me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. He started to cut the rope off of my hand I thought that if he lets me up this could be my time to run. When I finally get untied, I stood up and he started talking to me. I couldn’t even understand him. as soon as he turned his back I ran towards the door and just kept running. I had no idea where I was or where I was heading but anywhere is better than that dark barn.
This is really intense. I enjoyed it. Just go back in when you have a chance and unify the tense. Ask me for clarification if you don't understnad what I'm getting at.
-Getting buried alive -My parents dying -Being lonely -Being a failure -Growing up
It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. It wasn’t supposed to happen to anyone. This weekend was supposed to be perfect: my 18th birthday celebration. I enjoyed the beginning of my weekend spending it with my family. I blew out the candles and ate my cake with them. At night I got ready, not knowing what to expect but hoping for a fun night with my friends. When I stepped down the stairs I could not have been more surprised to see my friends all gathered together. I had always wanted a surprise party and I could not have been more excited. Not only had my closest friends surprised me, they had also gotten me my favorite cake: ice cream cake! I felt happiness flow through me as everyone sang "happy birthday" to me. Drinking was a bad idea, I knew I had to stay away. I refused to give into peer pressure. Instead of that, I spent the night dancing with my friends. We took pictures and celebrated. A cherry on top, a friend was even in from Japan! I did not want the night to end. It was a night filled with laughter, happiness and love. At the end of the night everyone said goodbye before leaving. I decided to sleepover my best friends' house with my cousin. We all got into the car, not thinking anything about the three minute drive back home. I felt the length of the night catching up with me. The car slowly reversed out of the parking lot. I felt the car push forward and we were on our way home. My eyes slowly began to close and I started to drift into sleep. I could not wait to get into my friends' house and into a comfortable bed. But something went wrong. We did not make it home that night. When I woke up, I was in a white room, laying on a white bed. Everything seemed so perfectly neat and clean. I tried to move but I was stuck, my eyes were barely open. I felt my lips quivering but I could not get them to open. It felt like I had been in this room for an eternity, I was going crazy. I tried everything, I used all of my strength to try to move or make a sound but nothing happed. I had mentally worn myself out, and I gave up trying. This must be a nightmare, I told myself, in a little I will really wake up and everything will go back to normal. A ringing in my ears woke me up. I felt a presence in the room but I was still immobile. This time my eyes wouldn’t open at all. I understood the words and I heard my mother’s voice. This was a horrible nightmare. No. That wasn’t true. I’m still alive. Mom, look at me! Can’t they hear my heart beating? But even I could hear the long beep of the EKG. But I felt my heart beating. Mom, come feel my chest! But nothing happened. I heard her weeping. I heard more familiar voices but no one came close enough to realize that I wasn’t dead. Time became an unfamiliar word to me. My mind was in a dark abyss, but through my eyelids I could still tell the difference between night time and daytime because of the light. Eventually, I could hear my funeral happening. I felt the coffin shut. The unsteadiness as it was brought down underground. Then with each shovel of dirt, the air around me became denser. I used all my force and finally I snapped out of it. I felt my eyes open, but it was pitch black. As I moved my arms my whole body felt sore and weak. But I got the strength to bang on the top. I yelled out but my voice was hoarse. It was too late. I cried as the realization hit me. This wasn’t a nightmare. I wasn’t going to be saved and no one would ever know. No one would know that I was buried alive.
Wow. This is horrifying. I love the juxtaposition of the joyous beginning with such a bleak and terrifying end. The feeling you convey about wanting to communicate but not being able to do so during the initial moments of death was particularly effective. Great job.
• Burning • Drowning • Being kidnapped • Snakes and spiders • Getting in a car accident
One night I sitting alone in my living room when all of a sudden I heard the back door jiggle open. I was terrified I knew it wasn’t my mom. I ran up to my room and hide under my bed. I didn’t want whoever was coming in to see me. I didn’t care if they wanted to rob me I just didn’t want them to take me. I left my phone downstairs; I had no way of calling the cops to help me. I just had to sit in my room under my bed and stay completely silent. I heard people walking in my kitchen ransacking everything. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer to my room. I was really scared now. Two men walked into my room and dragged me out from under my bed I was kicking and screaming. They put a pillow case over my head so I couldn’t see anything. They took me outside to a van I think, and they head what I think was a gun against my head and told me not to scream of they would kill me. I was so afraid I just stopped screaming and became to cry. They made me lay in the back of the van and we drove away. I thought that was the last time I would ever see my house, the place where I grew up. My life was about to be over and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blacked out for a while; I think they hit my head. When I woke up I was in a ware house I couldn’t tell, I still had the pillow case of my head. The two men were talking in a language I had never heard before. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I just wanted them to kill me already just to get it over with. I knew they were going to kill why else did they take me? They told me I would never see my family this made me cry. I begged them just to kill me. They told me not yet. I knew it was going to happen I just didn’t know how or when. It was killing me alone.
The days I was there felt like years. I lost track of how long I was there after 30. They feed me very little. It was so disgusting I couldn’t keep it know.
One day I woke up and smelt burning. I looked to the corner of the warehouse and a pile of wood was burning. This freaked me out. Is this how I’m going to die, I thought. The men were no longer in the warehouse. They probably set it on fire to kill me. This was the scariest thing ever even worst then being kidnapped. My hands were tied up I couldn’t break free. The smoke was starting to get to me I couldn’t breathe, that was all I remember before it went dark.
Not getting into my first choice college. Being taken into an imaginary world Being forced to watch a scary movie. Failing creative writing. Being asked what 15 plus 15 is.
11/12/13 Around noontime Dear diary, I can’t believe this happened! I am in wonderland. This is crazy. Nothing is real, I can’t go home, I am trapped. The Red Queen knows I am here and she is coming to find me. I have to keep moving.
11/12/13 Around suppertime Dear diary, I have just escaped form the Evil Caterpillar. He tried to confuse me with his smoke and then consume me. It was the scariest thing I have ever faced, but from what I have heard about wonderland, there is more to come.
11/12/13 At sunset Dear diary, The Cheshire Cat appeared before me just now. He warned me that the red queen was closing in. I will not be able to rest for the night. I will have to continue on into my worst nightmare, at night. 11/12/13 After dark I have just barely escaped from the Red Queen. She didn’t see me but I had a chance to get a good look at her. It was horrifying. She is old and withered, but powerful and intimidating. A soldier approached her and informed her of something she did not like and with a single wave of her hand she cut off his head.
It was a normal day she got up and ready for school, got dropped off and continued with her normal school routine. That day after school she had to walk home, and it was a warm spring day as she started to walk she noticed a car following slowly behind. She didn’t think anything of it. She continued walk until she went to cross the street and the car pulled in front of her just missing hitting her leg, she stopped and tried to walk as quickly as she could away, but before she could she was picked up and thrown into the back of the car, and no one was around to see it. He tried to panic and cry for help, but there was no one around and her mouth was taped shut so she couldn’t yell loud. When they brought her to the location they would keep her and took her out of the car she tried to fight her way out to get away, but she gave up because the people were much stronger than her. When they brought her into the house the tied her to a chair so she couldn’t get away or even try to get help, the room had no windows and nothing, but the chair she was in and a bed. They untapped her mouth and walked out of the room, she didn’t bother to scream for help because she knew that no one would hear her. Her first thought was she wasn’t going to get back home, and that she would have to accept she was going to die before she could live her life. She sat in the room by herself for hours she knew that they left, but she still couldn’t escape from the house because the rope that tied her to the chair was too tight. She herd the door car door close a herd the door to the house open, she had fear in her eyes and kept trying to think she would get out and be safe, but she couldn’t all she kept thinking was she was going to die and these would be her last memories. The two people came in and left the door open, they untied her and when they went to grab her she ran for the door. She made it out the room door, but before she could make it any farther she was stopped and fell to the ground, and hit her head and passed out. When she woke up all that she could see was black. She tired moving but she couldn't, she tired to scream, bu tit got know where but spread through the place she was at. The car stopped and she felt like something was picking her up she tired screaming and moving but it didn't help. She felt the box be placed down and slowly lowered. She herd things hitting where she was, then she realized. She was locked in a coffin. She tired to push on the coffin as hard as she could to try and get it to open, but the wait of the dirt held it down more. She realized there was know way out of being buried alive. Five things afraid of happening to me 1.Getting buried alive 2.Death 3. Getting kidnapped 4.Having to give up my dreams and goals 5.Dying before I could live my life
· Heights · Not being able to move · Losing my sight · Zombies · Death “Can you go downstairs to get the extra blankets, honey?” My mom asked packing away some things for our Thanksgiving trip. Every year we usually venture out to my cousin’s house to hang out and eat with all of the family. It’s one of the very few times we’re able to see everyone in the year. I went to the basement door and flipped the light switch. I hopped down the stairs and looked around to find any clues to where the missing blankets could be hiding. “They should be over by the washer machine!” My mother called down the stairs. Next I heard something drop and a string of profanities, which only means those new pots she bought for the vegetables have already found a way to be a nuisance. I stifled a laugh and yelled up an okay. I walked over to the washer and saw no sign of any cloths. I opened it and saw nothing and then looked into the dryer. Instead of seeing blankets I found a lot of blue jeans. I grabbed a basket from by the washing detergent and pulled out all of the dry stuff.
“Ma they’re not here!” I yelled walking over to the den area. I looked behind the couch and behind the television. “How that woman manages to lose 5 huge blankets, I’ll never know.” I muttered to myself while flopping onto the couch. Looking across the room I saw a closet. ‘That’s the one we stick old board games and stuff inside.” I thought to myself. I shrugged and then walked over to give it a try. I opened it and turned on the light. Of course right at the back, behind a twister game, I find all the extra comforters, linens, and blankets my mother was talking about. “Yeah ‘cause this is totally where we put this type of stuff. Yup blankets go next to battleship that sounds right.” I said imitating my mom’s voice. I walked in more and pushed some old skates out the way. Moving over slightly I grabbed a puzzle box and placed it to keep the door open. I then grabbed all the games in the way and placed them on different shelves. I got a small amount of blanket in grabbing distance and reached up for it. I snagged it and pulled back, making me slam my elbow into the wall. I winced and pulled my elbow to my hand. Within seconds all the games I hit with my elbow tumbled to the floor and one of the boxes pushed the one holding the door open out of its place. “Shoot me now!” I yelled looking around at my surroundings.
I turned, with difficulty, to the door and tried to reach the handle, but missed it completely. I ended up leaning to far forward and slapping the light off. I fell down onto something oddly shaped and hissed in pain. I tried again for the door knob and found it stuck. I twisted it again and found the same result. “No, no, no, no, no.” I repeated while frantically turning the knob. “No I’m not stuck here. “ I started breathing heavily and feeling a little lightheaded. The walls felt a lot closer and I couldn’t hear anyone upstairs anymore. I started banging my hands on the door and let out chocked screams for help. The room started to feel like it was spinning and tears began to brim my eyes. I felt trapped and my chest got heavy. I slid down to the ground and grabbed onto my throat forcing breathe into my lungs. My head started to get fuzzy when I heard my father's voice calling my name. He forced the door open and I clung to him for dear life. He murmured soft words to calm me while stroking my head. My mother came down after a few minutes and saw the mess. "What happened down-Oh there's the linens." She said grabbing them fr the closet. "Thank you Mary-Ellen." She smiled at me then went up the stairs. My father shook his head releasing a sigh and followed suit. "So we're going to pretend like I didn't just have an emotional breakdown?!" I screamed while running up the stairs after my parents.
I looked out the window to see snow falling creating a thin sheet of white on the ground. I smiled, it made me feel like it was Christmas time. I started to think about all the christmas decorations that would be put up, especially at the stores in New York when someone called my name. “Zoey. Zooey we’re here come on.” Jake laughed at my lack of attention and got out of the car. I laughed at myslef and zipped up my jacket. I opened the door. The bitter cold seeped through the car, wrapping me in a a blanket of icey air. I shivered and stepped out. Jake stood in front of the car bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to warm himself. “It’s so coooold!” I exclaimed as I walked up to him. “I know! Come here.”He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him. I rested my head on his chest, savoring his warmth. He sighed and finally pulled away. “So where exactly are we going?” I asked. “You’ll see, dont worry.” he said grinning at me. “Ugh!” Yesterday Jake had called me askinng me if he could take me out. Since then he hadn’t said a word as to where we were going and everytime I would asked he would give me the same old answer. I pushed away my annoyance and walked along with him. As far as I could tell we were in the middle of nowhere. Forest lined both sides of the road, the trees bare except for the snow that fell on top of them. We walked hand in hand, into the forest. “I’m so excited for Christmas. I was thinking maybe we could spend it in New York this year.” I announced. “Yeah sure. That would be cool and we could go to Rockefeller Center or something.” he said. He kept looking around, drumming his fingers on my hand in a nervous jitter. “Are you okay Jake?” “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It’s just cold.” he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I left the conversation at that. I started to think again, getting lost in my mind when suddenly we stopped. We stood in front of a fairly large pond that was frozen. Next to the edge of the water layed a blanket with a picnic basket and two ice skates. “We’re here!” he beamed spreading his arms out. “Aw Jake, this is perfect!” “Yeah except for the freezing weather.” I laughed and said, “ But I bet we’ll get warm if we start ice skating.” He smiled and grabbed my hand as we walked towards the ice skates. We skated around the pond for awhile laughing, falling, and trying to hold each other up. Everything seemed just right, until I fell. Jake skated ahead of me,taunting me. I was determined to pass him and show him that I was faster, when my ankle gave out sending me to onto the hard ice. My head smacked the ground, creating little cracks in the ice. I lay there dazed, my head felt sluggish. I tried to lift myself up, but it only made everything worse. I felt hands on me lifting me up, Jake. I could tell he was yelling but it all just sounded muffled. He put his ear on my chest to check for a pulse. He looked like he was relieved, but I could tell he was on the brim of tears. He wrapped the towel around my head and carried me away from the pond. My head felt heavier and heavier. Until finally everything went black.
A bright light hangs over my head. I can tell from what I’m wearing and all the equipment around me that I’m in a hospital. People stand around my bed smiling hold flowers and crying. A young man holds my hand tight. I’m scared out of my mind. Who are they? Why are they here? Why am I here? I try to remember what happened before this, but my mind draws a blank. My heart pounds faster and faster, I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything.
1.My parents and brother dying 2.Getting old and dying 3.Being left alone 4.Getting separated from family You don’t know what you have until it’s gone is the famous saying. Many take for granted what they have. I am now victim of just that; now that they are gone I see just how important they are. I love my family to death, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t realize how much until they were gone. Now here I am alone in this dark cold room. Sorrow has taken over me and I’m feeling as if I’m abandoned by my family, but they didn’t leave me. I was taken. What a horrific feeling it is to be torn away from them. Never did I think this would happen to me. Without them I feel empty and loss. I still feel the man jagged, rough hands clenching on to me. It gives be the chills just thinking about it. Is this really happening? Of course it is the feelings I am feeling are too strong to fake. This is something that you hear about in the news or see in scaring movies. Never did I picture this happening to myself. I wish I was just able to fight back at the time. It was as if I was weightless. He threw me around like I was nothing. That’s exactly what I am to him; nothing. I don’t know this man at all. Why would he want me? Who could have the heart to do such a thing? Only someone with pure evil. The hate that I have now developed for this man that I don’t even know is unexplainable. However all that hate that I am feeling is taken over by the pain that is slowly taking over my body. I just want to see my family again, hear their voices and just enjoy times with them. I wouldn’t care if I was fighting with them; I just want to be with them. I am almost at a loss of feelings. I just don’t know what to think or feel anymore. The longer I sit crawled up in this corner, the more lost I get. I just can’t imagine now seeing my family again. I can’t even imagine what this despicable man is going to do with me or to me. I just want to leave; if only it was that easy. I wish I could just close my eyes and have this all be over. I think the only thing that I can say at this point is that I’m scared. Scared of not seeing anything beyond these dark walls. I’m scared that I will never see the ones I love again. I’m just complete terrified that my life my end any moment. I think to myself, is the situation scaring me or is it the unknown? The fact that I have no idea what’s going to come of this is absolutely terrifying. I just wish that this could be a bad dream and I will be able to wake up any moment now.
Great! The story is captivating. I think you could include more sensory details here in order to draw the reader in even more. Just make sure you proofread before you post.
Some of the things I am afraid of happening to me is mostly death, losing a body part or not being able to use it, and or losing my family. The last thing I would want to happen to me is to lose my family. This is because I would want to be the last of my whole family alive; because that would mean I would be alone with no one, by myself. The second thing I would not want to happen to me is to be paralyzed from the neck down because I would not be able to do anything on my own. This is because I like to do things for myself and not others do things for me. The third thing I would not want to happen to me is to lose a body part like a leg or an arm. This because again I would not be able to do stuff on my own and have others help me on things I should be able to do. The fourth thing I would not want to happen to me is that I would die a painful death like getting burned to death. This is because I would feel the agonizing heat burning right through my flesh and I would not want that to be the last thing I feel plus I hate the heat. The fifth thing I would not want to happen to me is to drown to death. This again is because I hate slow painful deaths. However I feel that drowning is not as bad as fire because I hate the heat. Paralyzed I would not want that to happen that would be the last thing I would wish on someone. However things like that happen to whom. To me when I do nothing bad just Be me. But that does not matter because I got The worst end, the one who got paralyzed. I try to live my life but I still suffer and who else suffers. My cared ones the Ones that take care of me suffer the most. But that is wrong because out Of All of the people I suffer the most out of everyone.
“Kapler?” He asked. “Jesus, Oshefski. It’s called a cell phone. Try it sometime.” I roll my eyes and reluctantly lower my weapon, tucking it into the back of my pajama pants. Despite the relief washing over me, I can feel the adrenaline swimming through my veins. If I wasn’t awake before, I sure as hell am now. “You almost got yourself killed.” I exhale and pause. “And why are you here early?” I don’t even attempt to hide my aggravation. “Harold contacted me three days ago with the information for our meet. You’re ten hours early and about forty miles off course. Explain yourself.” His face is difficult to discern because of the darkness. “Harold was found dead in his car at 0100.” Harold’s tan, aged face popped into my head. He was a serious guy with a calming sense of humor. Harold has been my boss from the very beginning and I think he took a special liking to me because I had entered the field at such a young age. On the first day of training, I was still seventeen years old and still preparing for my upcoming advanced placement tests. One night, I was particularly stressed and fighting to stay awake….
Damian put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and picked his chin up. “Truce?” The boy nodded at him. “What’s your name, kid?” “Gavin.” “Gavin, go pick up your gun and let’s get out of here.” Damian walked to the mouth of the cave and let out a heavy sigh of relief. It was raining for the first time in weeks. He wasn’t sure if it was a good omen, a bad omen, or if it meant anything at all. All that he knew was that he loved the rain, and it always made him feel better. He stepped out of the cave and felt the cold winds send a chill up his spine. He spread his arms out, turned his face to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the rain cool his skin and wet his hair. He heard Gavin strapping his rifle to his back and walking out of the cave. Gavin patted Damian on the back. “Oh, so you’re some kind of water elementalist, huh?” Damian looked at him sideways. “Nope. What, a man can’t like the rain without being a water mage these days? Sheesh, you Syndicate guys are pretty close minded.” Gavin became noticeably stiff. “I-I’m sorry…what are you then?” “I’ll tell you if you show me where your HQ is.” Gavin looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. Damian wasn’t sure about him yet, but something about him didn’t seem that bad. The whole holding a gun to his head thing seemed more of instinct than conscious effort. Gavin just didn’t seem like he fit into the role of a Syndicate Hunter. He was timid, nervous, and his lanky build and short spiked blond hair made him look on the scrawny side. Not exactly the qualities of a hybrid soldier mage-hunter one would expect. “Why should I show you where it is?” Damian chuckled and started towards the city “If you don’t show me where it is, I won’t tell you what my powers are.” He stopped and turned his head sideways. “I’ll show you.”
• Burning • Drowning • Being kidnapped • Snakes and spiders • Getting in a car accident
One night I was sitting alone in my living room when all of a sudden I heard the back door jiggle open. I was terrified I knew it wasn’t my mom. I ran up to my room and hide under my bed. I didn’t want whoever was coming in to see me. I didn’t care if they wanted to rob me I just didn’t want them to take me. I left my phone downstairs; I had no way of calling the cops to help me. I just had to sit in my room under my bed and stay completely silent. I heard people walking in my kitchen ransacking everything. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer to my room. I was really scared now. Two men walked into my room and dragged me out from under my bed I was kicking and screaming. They put a pillow case over my head so I couldn’t see anything. They took me outside to a van, I think, and they had what I think was a gun against my head and told me not to scream or they would kill me. I was so afraid I just stopped screaming and began to cry. They made me lay in the back of the van and we drove away. I thought that was the last time I would ever be in my house, the place where I grew up. My life was about to be over and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blacked out for a while; I think they hit my head. When I woke up I was in a warehouse I couldn’t tell, I still had the pillow case on my head. The two men were talking in a language I had never heard before. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I just wanted them to kill me already just to get it over with. I knew they were going to kill me, why else did they take me? They told me I would never see my family this made me cry. I begged them just to kill me. They told me not yet. They took the pillow case off my head. I knew it was going to happen I just didn’t know how or when. That alone was killing me.
The days I was there felt like years. I lost track of how long I was there after 30 days. They fed me very little. It was so disgusting I couldn’t keep it know.
One day I woke up and smelt something burning. I looked to the corner of the warehouse and a pile of wood was burning. This freaked me out. Is this how I’m going to die, I thought. The men were no longer in the warehouse. They probably set it on fire to kill me. This was the scariest thing ever; even worst then being kidnapped. My hands were tied up I couldn’t break free. The smoke was starting to get to me I couldn’t breathe, that was all I remember before it went dark.
1. Being unsatisfied with the way my life turns out. 2. Dying painfully. 3. Being in so much pain in old age that I wish I was dead. 4. Falling on an escalator and getting my hair sucked into it.
I woke up with tears in my eyes, and honestly, it hardly even affected me anymore. At this point in my life, I have accepted the fact that my life is not what I had hoped it would be when I was younger. I am the thing I never expected to be. The thing I never wanted to be: divorced. I got married too young, to someone who I can’t exactly say I was in love with. We weren’t in love, we were just comfortable. Begin together was convenient, so eventually, getting married seemed liked the way to go for us. We turned out to be horribly wrong though. All the little things that bothered us about one another, we never told each other about. We just ignored them and hoped that they’d either go away or that we’d eventually stop caring. But we didn’t. Eventually all of those frustrations became too much to handle for us, and because we didn’t love each other enough to work through our problems, we ended up separating ways. I married him because I was afraid of being lonely, and because I married him, I’m lonelier than I have ever been in my entire life. When I was younger all I wanted was to fall in love. That was it. I figured that as long as I was with someone that I loved and they loved me back that no matter what else was going on in my life, I’d still be happy. I could’ve been happy. But I was just so afraid that if I waited too long I’d miss my chance. Instead I took a chance on something I was far from sure about. So here I am. Living my miserable life, day in and day out. When I was younger, whenever my life wasn’t going the way that I wanted, I would just take a deep breath and remind myself that things always get better with time. It always worked, but it’s different now. Now, at my age, the only thing that I have to look forward too is the thought that someday I just won’t wake up anymore.
1. Being lost. 2. Infested by spiders. 3. Passing out/being knocked out. 4. Becoming paralyzed. 5. Claustrophobic, being trapped in a small place.
It was 5 AM on a Tuesday morning. The sun was just beginning to show; setting up for what would be the hottest day August has ever seen. As I went through my daily morning routine I could sense that something was off, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. I sat at the table, drinking my coffee and reading the paper as always when my five year old son came storming down the stairs in tears.
“Daddy! Daddy! DAAAADDY! There’s a spider in my room. Kill it kill it kill it! HURRY! Pleeeeeeaaaseee.”
Great. It wasn’t even noon and already my day was starting out a mess. My son was not a fan of spiders, and in fact, neither was I. Ever since I had been a little boy; spiders were the one thing that I could not stand. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want my son to think I was afraid; that would only make the situation worse. But I WAS afraid; I had never overcome my fear.
I headed up to the bedroom following my squeamish son, who was now jumping up and down, pointing over and over again to the place he thought he had last seen the spider. It was gone.
“Go back to sleep little guy, you still have a few hours until breakfast. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Hesitant, nearly in tears again, he clung to the back of my leg.
“But Daaaaaaddy! I can’t. You have to find it. You have to!”
I couldn’t leave him in tears, I would feel horrible.
We began to search, and by us, I mean I did. Joey sat on his bed and watched in fright as I picked up toys, looked under shelves and searched the entirety of his room, all for one spider that I was dreading coming in contact with. Ten minutes went by, and still the spider was nowhere in sight. Just when I was about ready to give up, piercing shrieks came from across the room.
“THERE IT IS!! RIGHT THERE!! UNDER MY BED!”
I had never heard such a terrifying cry for help. And it was over a spider. So, being the ‘brave’ father that I am, or am supposed to be, I walked on over and picked up the blanket that was hiding the space beneath his bed. Almost instantaneously a swarm of 30+ spiders appeared from beneath the bed.
“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed in terror.
I tried to grab my son, but it was too late. Spiders covered every inch of his bed. Then suddenly, I could see an arm beneath the swarm. I grabbed onto it, pulled with all of my might. But the spiders just attacked me too. Within two seconds, I myself had been covered in them. I was scared beyond belief. What was going on? Where had all these spiders come from? What was going to happen to us? Then, suddenly, I went blank. My arms began to weaken and before I knew it, I was collapsed onto the ground of my five year olds bedroom.
1. Going blind. 2. Being in massive amounts of debt and not being able to pay it off to the point where my children won’t have a stable future. 3. The next Mass Effect trilogy will end as badly as the first one. 4. Never being able to walk again. 5. Having a stroke or getting a concussion and losing my ability to use some cognitive function.
1. Being infested with spiders 2. Becoming blind 3. Becoming paralyzed 4. Losing my memory 5. Losing my mom or my brothers
I changed into the gown the nurse provided me with and laid down, waiting for the doctor to come in. I held on to my mother’s hand for comfort and listened to her soothing words. I was getting an MRI done to see where the complications were coming from and to determine if I would need any sort of surgery. I had goose bumps down my arms and back, not sure if they were due to the air conditioner being on or if I was really just that nervous. The doctor came in and announced that my mother would not be able to stay inside with me while the test was being conducted because of the radioactivity. He did however allow her to stay for a few minutes while he set up and got things ready.
My bottom half was introduced into the machine, signaling that the test was about to commence. My mom played with my hair and told me to relax, that it would all be fine. I was scared of the results that would come back, what if it was something bad and I needed surgery? But I was also scared of being in that narrow tube for what would seem like an eternity. I was never fond of tight spaces or staying still for a long period of time.
They introduced an IV into my arm and started processing the medicine through my body. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of the machine by humming and focusing on my mother’s caress. I felt her get up and I knew it would begin. The bed slowly moved in, it got dark around me, I took a peek but quickly shut my eyes before I began to panic, I felt enclosed and trapped.
I began to doze off, could have been due to the monotonous sound originating from the machine and the medicine that was injected.
I was having bad dreams all week long, dreading this day, so this nightmare wasn’t of a surprise. It did, however, feel odd and much more real than the others. It began at my feet, a numb sort of feeling, accompanied by a slight tickle. I wiggled and heard the doctor remind me that I could not move or it would not scan properly and I would have to get the MRI redone. I remained still and began to fall back asleep.
The feeling came back. It was going up my legs and now I was beginning to feel it at my fingertips. I tried so hard to ignore it and fight the urge to move, but I could not. As soon as I felt it on my lips, I opened my eyes.
Spiders. Spiders were crawling all over me, coming from somewhere at the end of the tube, the entire tube was covered in them. I began to panic, fear overwhelmed me. I screamed and yelled but nobody could hear my cries. I ripped the IV off my skin, blood was beginning to drip out of the open wound, I could not fight the spiders away.
I reached for the door and noticed my mom trying to break it open; the doctors were not allowing her to get in. They were not going to save me.
I tried to get it open on my own but it was too late. There were too many spiders… too many and they were all over me.
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ReplyDelete• Getting stranded
• Getting kidnapped
• Being completely helpless
• Drowning
• Being trapped
Routine is something we love, whether we know it or not. The lack of routine during natural disasters is what usually causes chaos. Yes, there was damage done but why should damage cause chaos? Sadness? Yes. Anger? Yes. But not chaos; chaos is caused by the abnormality of the situation. When people get lost, they get worried and scared. Even if it’s just a little. These emotions are simply because they don’t know where they are, it’s not a part of their routine. When a person gets stranded, it’s a completely different story, I should know. I was going to apply for a job and I was very excited. I was riding the train by myself and I was ecstatic. I was growing up, becoming independent; this was exactly what my family had been telling me to do for a while. I was heading to a town that I had never been to before, so my mom was keeping tabs. I was supposed to call her when I got there and then call her again when I met up with my sister. Well, on the train my phone died. Wanting to keep up the appearance of a mature young lady, I borrowed a phone to call my mom and let her know. Unfortunately, she didn’t answer and I had to leave a voicemail. Despite my phone being dead and knowing I would get in trouble for that later, I had butterflies. My butterflies were caused by me doing something out of routine. When I got off at my stop, I felt tiny. I had gone from feeling like a ‘big girl’ to feeling like a tiny ant. I had no idea where I was or how to get anywhere. I tried to remember what my sister told me and started walking. My goal was to find the Starbucks, go inside and wait for my sister. I had been walking for fifteen minutes, there was no Starbucks and it was getting dark. The houses had gone from small businesses to abandoned businesses and houses that were falling apart. I turned around and found my way back to the train station. I sat down on the steps and waited, hoping my sister would find me. I hoped that my mom had gotten my voicemail and told me sister. I hoped my sister would realize I couldn’t find the Starbucks and come to get me. I waited for three hours. It was cold and windy; I had lost feeling in the tips of my toes and fingers. The train station had gone from a friendly looking place during the day, to an ominous place at night. Several people had been hanging out there, and they all stared at the obvious outsider. I continued sitting there even when a drunken man came running through, harassing and threatening people. I tried to make myself smaller so I could go unseen. I continued to sit even as police cars pulled up to arrest the drunken man. I was frozen, afraid to be ignored or worse. I had lost my voice; I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was angry and hurt; I felt betrayed. I had trusted these people to keep me safe and guide me. When they couldn’t do that, I had trusted them to find me. They didn’t. After two and a half hours, I dug through my bag for all the money I could find. When the next train stopped, I found my voice and asked when the next would come and take me home. As soon as that train pulled up, I bought a ticket and hopped on. The warmth overwhelmed me and I got teary-eyed. I sat down in an empty car and hoped no one would join me. Someone did and stared at me the entire time. I ran off the train and into familiar territory when it stopped. I walked home; I cried the whole time. In a time of fear and need, no one could help me but me.
Getting lost can be a frightening feeling, especially in the situation you write about. I know I rely on my phone to get me out of scary places and would feel helpless trapped in the above locale without the recourse to that crutch.
Delete• Drowning
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• Clowns
• Being kidnapped
• House broken into
Normally I hate Halloween. Something about people dressing up in masks and able to walk around and you would have no idea who they are unless they tell you themselves. They can basically take you if they wanted to.
So here is the story of a girl named Hannah. Hannah loved Halloween. She just loved everything about it. The fact that you can dress up and be someone else, seeing little kids in their costumes, different costumes that either make you laugh or scared is what makes Halloween so interesting to her. Hanna hated clowns though. She thought they were so scary and just didn’t like them. On Halloween night, Hannah went out with her friends and went to different houses. As the night got dark and it was time to go home, she felt as if someone was watching her. Hannah rushed home, walked through the door, shut the door, and locked it. Hannah then went up into her room and lay down in her bed. She then proceeded to call her boyfriend, but he did not pick up the phone, so she turned over in her bed and fell asleep.
Hannah woke up in the middle of the night and walked downstairs into her kitchen. It was really dark and the only light was from her refrigerator when she went to go get a drink. Hannah turned around and there was someone standing there with a clown mask on. Hannah got frightened and then started to laugh. She thought it was her brother pulling a prank on her. Hannah then said, “Take that off! It will take a lot more to scare me.” But the kid in the mask did not say a word. She then got chills running down her spine and she put the glass down. She then started to back up to go to her mom’s room, but before she could get there, the man grabbed her and covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Then Hannah past out and the man dragged her out of the house.
Hannah awoke in the trunk of someone’s car. She knew something bad has happened but didn’t know how to get out. Hannah then started to kick and punch and scream on top of her lungs, but nobody heard her. It was no use. Then the car came to a stop. Hannah began to panic. She then became really still so she could hear what was happening. She heard footsteps outside and then she could feel her heart pounding against her chest. The trunk opened and then everything went black.
Hannah awoke outside with a big pool in front of her. Hannah noticed she was on a chair and she couldn’t see the man with the clown mask. Hannah began to get more scared. At that time, her phone started to ring and she grabbed it and looked down at it. It was her boyfriend. She quickly picked up the phone and said for him to come and help her. She told him where she was and he quickly came to help her. But before her boyfriend could come and get her, the man came back.
The clown then started to walk towards her as he noticed that she was untied. The clown then started to wrap her back up and then he stopped and looked at her. She then let out a scream. The clown then wrapped up her mouth. Then the clown walked away.
Moments later, the clown was still gone and she heard her boyfriend pull up. He was where she was in two seconds. He saw her and then started to untie the knots. As he was getting the last knot out, the clown came back and looked at the boyfriend in the eyes and pushed him into the water. Hannah just stayed seated and wasn’t getting up without her boyfriend. She then started screaming and kicking at him and punching at him. She then started screaming so much that the clown decided to back up and walk away. Her boyfriend then popped out of the water and dragged him into it. The clown then started to drown which eventually would kill him.
Hannah ran up and hugged her boyfriend. She was extremely happy that she was alive and her boyfriend came to save her. As they were walking up, the police showed up and she told him everything that happened.
• Moving
ReplyDelete• Losing my parents
• Never being able to play a sport again
• Dying
• Being eaten by a shark
It was a few days before the Thanksgiving game between Dunellen and our next-door rival, Middlesex. It was the last day, a half-day, before the break and the school was going crazy. We have a pep rally every year on this day where the football players and cheerleaders were recognized, and there is the classic tug of war competition between the grades, which my class had won last year, and plan on winning it again this year. For some reason, everyone is always concerned with my wellbeing recently. Maybe it is just because I am the quarterback, or maybe they are genuinely concerned, whatever the reason I have noticed that change and have been questioning it. Regardless, the festivities of the pep rally rolled on. The cheerleaders finished their dance and the junior class had won the tug of war contest two years in a row. It does not look like we will be losing next year either because then we will be seniors. No one will be as strong as we will be. Finally, the bell rang and we were free for the Thanksgiving break. The best part was, tomorrow is our big game, and none of us can wait. Trying to go to sleep the night before a game is pretty much impossible. The butterflies are going insane inside of your stomach and you just want to start the game right then and there. Nonetheless, I have to relax and stay calm in order to bring the trophy back to the place it belongs, Dunellen. Worrying that I would not sleep at all, I worried myself to sleep and slept like a baby. I woke up nice and early, ate some breakfast, and got dressed. As I made my way to the field to watch film, I felt myself get nervous again. I was able to control it though and get back to normal. Watching the film felt like it took four hours! The anxiety began to kick in and everyone was jittery as can be. Music blasting, blood pumping, we were ready. As we filed onto the bus, we all felt confident that this was going to be a great game, no one would get hurt, we would win, and we would all enjoy our Thanksgiving dinners later that night. At last, the game was underway. We were driving the ball and we could not be stopped. Middlesex did not have an answer for our unique offense. Until one play could have changed the game completely. Coach called the play in, he wanted to air it out and loosen up the defense with some passing. I got set under center and awaited the snap. As I called out the signals, I got the snap and dropped back. I had Nassan, my wingback, wide open downfield. I saw the defensive end coming hard off of the edge and knew I had to get rid of it. I launched the ball deep down the field and as Nassan caught it, the corner grabbed onto his foot but Nassan broke free and was in the open, touchdown Destroyers. Then, everyone went running back to the line of scrimmage, where the quarterback for Dunellen was laying on his back with his eyes open. The trainer was asking what was wrong, but David was not even sure himself. All he knew was he could not feel his legs. They called an ambulance to take him to the hospital to hopefully find out what was wrong. After hours of tests on his body, the doctors came back with results. He took a deep breath and said to my parents, “I am so sorry, but ligaments were torn in both of his legs.”
Confused, I replied, “What are you saying?”
Hesitating for a moment the doctor responded, “I am so sorry, but you were paralyzed from the waist down. That was the last game you will ever play.”
I don't know if you did it on purpose or not, but the way this shifts from first-person to third-person works really well for the content of the story. Good job.
Delete• Drowning
ReplyDelete• Heights
• Dying
• Disable
• Failing in life
I have many fears that I can’t get over. Every day I feel like some fears fade while others grow stronger. Well let me tell you this one story that you won’t believe. So I went an amusement park with my friends and we went to the water rides. Carla and I went to the pool section we needed to work on our tan. Carla fell asleep and I spotted my eyes on a very cute guy. I wanted to go guy hunting. I went all the way in the deep end and I can’t swim.
“Hi, my name is Rebe.” I told him
“Hi, my name is Jake.” He told me.
In the corner of my eye I saw a girl swimming over. I gave him a gentle smile and saw a girl arrive to where we were. She grabbed his arm and put it over her.
“Hey babe. Sorry I took so long. Can I have a kiss please?” This girl told Jake.
Jake grabbed her waist and gave her a light kiss. The girl put her arms around him and giggled and looked into his eyes. I gave a little cough making sure they knew I was still here.
“Sorry Rebe.” Jake told me.
“Babe, Gary was looking for you.” She told him.
“Okay. Nice meeting you Rebe.” Jake told me.
“Nice meeting you too.” I told him.
Jake came over to me and gave me a hug. I felt my heart slowly melt and he gave me a light smile and left. I was about to leave when I felt the girl hold onto my arm. I looked up to her and her eyes spilled out hatred. I was afraid and I pulled back my arm to see that she wouldn’t let go.
“Don’t you dare to talk to my boyfriend.” She told me.
“I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.” I responded.
“Well now you do.” She gave me an attitude.
She pulled me and threw me to the deep end. They had just turn on the waves and I felt one pelt my back. I went in the water and I began to twirl. I then felt something grab my leg. I could feel that the air was slowly leaving my body. I began to kick to get the hand off of me. I opened my eyes and noticed that it was Jake’s girlfriend. I grabbed my other foot and kicked her in the face. I doggy paddled my way to the surface. I took a big gasp of air and. I felt somebody grab both of my feet. Before I knew it I was in the water again. This time I had no type of strength I let my body go. I gave up and I felt everything go black. My worst fear was that I was going to drown. I gave up. I can’t even go out of this world with a bang. I didn’t do anything. I felt the ground but I was only there for a second when I finally knocked out.
“Rebe?” I heard a distant voice.
I coughed and I felt water come out of my mouth. My throat burned. I opened my eyes and I saw my friend and a guy holding onto me. I squinted my eyes and noticed that it was Jake. I forced a small smile on my face.
“Rebe I’m sorry I broke up with her I saw what she did to you. Anyways we were having trouble. Wow sorry I’m so inconsiderate. How are you feeling?” He asked.
“I feel just fine now that you’re here with me.” I gave him a light smile.
The story is good, but you need to do some proofreading here. Some punctuation issues in a few places. I feel bad for Reba. She seems like she got a bum deal.
Delete- Someone close to me dying
ReplyDelete- A bug crawling in my ear
- Gaining weight
- Swallowing a bee
- Getting dragged by a river
I must have been half awake at least. I was awake enough to feel it crawling up my cheekbone. I was awake enough to feel its tiny little legs tap my earlobe. I was obviously not awake enough to lift my hand and smack it off of me though. It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon. Summer time is perfect for picnics at the park for the sake of watching the sun set. It was a family tradition at first but like always members of our congregation started to join us. The night before I was up doing some party planning and I ended up going to sleep at two in the morning. Considering I woke up at seven in the morning, I had no energy to enjoy a quick soccer game with the kids or to even read a book. I lacked the energy to do anything so all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and never wake up, that sounded perfect at the moment. I was looking at everyone around me enjoy the summer weather. I was eating my sandwich, enjoying every bite. I sipped some of my iced tea and thought about how it would take forever for the sun to start setting. I decided that I would take a nap on the picnic blanket. No one would notice that I was asleep. Traditionally, we sit all together and watch the sun set as we talk about life and such. I was just too desperate for sleep though. I lay down on my side and felt my eyes closing. My eyelids became heavier as each minute passed by. For some reason I could not have my self completely fall asleep though. I guess that I was so anxious for some rest that I could not get myself to do it. I finally closed my eyes and the sounds around me began to fade. That’s when the worst thing of all happened to me. My biggest fear became a reality. I started feeling something crawling on my face. At first I thought it was me imagining things but then a sudden and sharp pain in my ear canal woke me up from my slumber. I shrieked because I started feeling something squirming inside of my ear. I also heard shuffling inside of it and it was driving me absolutely crazy. I was in so much pain. I guess it was my screaming, my jumping up and down, and the tugging of my hair that finally got my family’s attention. They rushed to me and asked what was wrong. I screamed to them the answer and my mother drove me to the hospital. I was really trying to hold myself still but the squirming within my ear made me want to squirm as well. When my mother told the receptionist my condition they took me in right away. They took me to a room, put me on my side and the doctor examined my ear with a light. He grabbed some tweezers, which was kind of scary but I was desperate to get that bug out of my ear. I still can’t believe that happened to me.
My wife is so scared of this happening that she would not even be able to read this without freaking out. It is certainly a rational fear. This is fun.
DeleteRyan P. Tunison
ReplyDeleteAlternate Assignment
Poem XXI
Nerves snap like twine to be forever stressed,
Under that shame to remain ever dressed,
Left to turn to a drink that makes it smooth,
To put to rest chatt’ring; little to prove.
Stress to lay the body to a tremble,
When truth will lead to such ghastly ramble.
Yet the touch of liquor to bone succeeds
To calm all in a chill. Conscious precedes
Before each sip that would lay mind to hell.
Stuck in the now; null and numb do I tell,
Such a binge that bewilders every sense,
Leaving less to linger for time to rinse.
But ever influenced to rhyme for love
I see little use to neglect to rove,
For to be lost longer is sooner found
When to ever seek romance is profound.
A life to live the bottle shall shatter;
Banish all sense otherwise to gather,
Yet simultaneous is love when hate
Bites always at the kindness that it ate.
And fear and shame of far gone lineage,
Forever to put to name despite age,
A past fearful to repeat, such repent
To every sin unknown, never decent
Do I present virtue, too meek of mouth,
Forever deaf to drowning in that drouth.
To bridge that infiltration to the lung,
Followed by noise, a hollowing which rung
Throughout a skull falling to daft and dull
Thoughts of old; claiming romance void and null.
I think you mean conscience, not conscious.
DeleteWow, this is my favorite poem I've seen of yours. Well done. It so artfully provides commentary on virtue and vice. I love this.
Not marrying Trey Songz
ReplyDeleteGetting a deadly disease
Being alone
Getting kidnapped
Losing my mother
I have a lot of fears. Out of all my fears, the worst one is definitely getting kidnapped. When I was alone in the back of this car, I didn’t know what to think. Tears rolled down my face and I couldn’t help but think that my life is over. How did no one see him grab me from behind and making me get in his car? Someone had to see. Maybe the police are looking for me right now. Of course my phone is dead so I can’t call for help. I remember watching the movie The Call and I tried to do what Hallie Barry told that girl to do. I tried to kick out the back light but It was way harder than I thought. I couldn’t help but to panic. I thought about my family and how they’re going to feel. This is my entire fault because I decided to take a short cut home. The car comes to a sudden stop and I fall towards the back of the car. My heart pounding so hard, the man with a mask coving his face opens the trunk door and pulls me out. I scream at the top of my lungs but when I look around, I see that I’m in the middle of nowhere. I kick and try and get away from him but he is just too strong. He throws me into a barn looking building and shuts the door behind him. I tried to look for a way out but it was dark and there weren’t even any windows. He comes from the back room with a rope. I started panicking because I don’t know what he is going to do with it. He pulls me off the floor and brings me towards a pole that was in the middle of the barn. He tied my arms behind the pole and tied my legs together. It was so tight I felt like I was losing circulation in my wrists and ankles. He left the barn. I tried to wiggle my arms out of the ropes but it was way too tight. I didn’t know what else to do besides cry so I sat on the ground tied to a pole in a crazy man’s barn just crying my eyes out. I was never going to see my family again and I didn’t know how to handle that. Being kidnapped is one of my worst fears and of course it happens to me. He comes back in a couple hours later and he is stumbling and talking to himself. He comes to me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. He started to cut the rope off of my hand I thought that if he lets me up this could be my time to run. When I finally get untied, I stood up and he started talking to me. I couldn’t even understand him. as soon as he turned his back I ran towards the door and just kept running. I had no idea where I was or where I was heading but anywhere is better than that dark barn.
This is really intense. I enjoyed it. Just go back in when you have a chance and unify the tense. Ask me for clarification if you don't understnad what I'm getting at.
Delete-Getting buried alive
ReplyDelete-My parents dying
-Being lonely
-Being a failure
-Growing up
It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. It wasn’t supposed to happen to anyone. This weekend was supposed to be perfect: my 18th birthday celebration. I enjoyed the beginning of my weekend spending it with my family. I blew out the candles and ate my cake with them. At night I got ready, not knowing what to expect but hoping for a fun night with my friends. When I stepped down the stairs I could not have been more surprised to see my friends all gathered together. I had always wanted a surprise party and I could not have been more excited. Not only had my closest friends surprised me, they had also gotten me my favorite cake: ice cream cake! I felt happiness flow through me as everyone sang "happy birthday" to me. Drinking was a bad idea, I knew I had to stay away. I refused to give into peer pressure. Instead of that, I spent the night dancing with my friends. We took pictures and celebrated. A cherry on top, a friend was even in from Japan! I did not want the night to end. It was a night filled with laughter, happiness and love. At the end of the night everyone said goodbye before leaving. I decided to sleepover my best friends' house with my cousin. We all got into the car, not thinking anything about the three minute drive back home. I felt the length of the night catching up with me. The car slowly reversed out of the parking lot. I felt the car push forward and we were on our way home. My eyes slowly began to close and I started to drift into sleep. I could not wait to get into my friends' house and into a comfortable bed. But something went wrong. We did not make it home that night. When I woke up, I was in a white room, laying on a white bed. Everything seemed so perfectly neat and clean. I tried to move but I was stuck, my eyes were barely open. I felt my lips quivering but I could not get them to open. It felt like I had been in this room for an eternity, I was going crazy. I tried everything, I used all of my strength to try to move or make a sound but nothing happed. I had mentally worn myself out, and I gave up trying. This must be a nightmare, I told myself, in a little I will really wake up and everything will go back to normal. A ringing in my ears woke me up. I felt a presence in the room but I was still immobile. This time my eyes wouldn’t open at all. I understood the words and I heard my mother’s voice. This was a horrible nightmare. No. That wasn’t true. I’m still alive. Mom, look at me! Can’t they hear my heart beating? But even I could hear the long beep of the EKG. But I felt my heart beating. Mom, come feel my chest! But nothing happened. I heard her weeping. I heard more familiar voices but no one came close enough to realize that I wasn’t dead. Time became an unfamiliar word to me. My mind was in a dark abyss, but through my eyelids I could still tell the difference between night time and daytime because of the light. Eventually, I could hear my funeral happening. I felt the coffin shut. The unsteadiness as it was brought down underground. Then with each shovel of dirt, the air around me became denser. I used all my force and finally I snapped out of it. I felt my eyes open, but it was pitch black. As I moved my arms my whole body felt sore and weak. But I got the strength to bang on the top. I yelled out but my voice was hoarse. It was too late. I cried as the realization hit me. This wasn’t a nightmare. I wasn’t going to be saved and no one would ever know. No one would know that I was buried alive.
Wow. This is horrifying. I love the juxtaposition of the joyous beginning with such a bleak and terrifying end. The feeling you convey about wanting to communicate but not being able to do so during the initial moments of death was particularly effective. Great job.
Delete• Burning
ReplyDelete• Drowning
• Being kidnapped
• Snakes and spiders
• Getting in a car accident
One night I sitting alone in my living room when all of a sudden I heard the back door jiggle open. I was terrified I knew it wasn’t my mom. I ran up to my room and hide under my bed. I didn’t want whoever was coming in to see me. I didn’t care if they wanted to rob me I just didn’t want them to take me. I left my phone downstairs; I had no way of calling the cops to help me. I just had to sit in my room under my bed and stay completely silent. I heard people walking in my kitchen ransacking everything. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer to my room. I was really scared now. Two men walked into my room and dragged me out from under my bed I was kicking and screaming. They put a pillow case over my head so I couldn’t see anything. They took me outside to a van I think, and they head what I think was a gun against my head and told me not to scream of they would kill me. I was so afraid I just stopped screaming and became to cry. They made me lay in the back of the van and we drove away. I thought that was the last time I would ever see my house, the place where I grew up. My life was about to be over and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blacked out for a while; I think they hit my head. When I woke up I was in a ware house I couldn’t tell, I still had the pillow case of my head. The two men were talking in a language I had never heard before. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I just wanted them to kill me already just to get it over with. I knew they were going to kill why else did they take me?
They told me I would never see my family this made me cry. I begged them just to kill me. They told me not yet. I knew it was going to happen I just didn’t know how or when. It was killing me alone.
The days I was there felt like years. I lost track of how long I was there after 30. They feed me very little. It was so disgusting I couldn’t keep it know.
One day I woke up and smelt burning. I looked to the corner of the warehouse and a pile of wood was burning. This freaked me out. Is this how I’m going to die, I thought. The men were no longer in the warehouse. They probably set it on fire to kill me. This was the scariest thing ever even worst then being kidnapped. My hands were tied up I couldn’t break free. The smoke was starting to get to me I couldn’t breathe, that was all I remember before it went dark.
I can't
DeleteNot getting into my first choice college.
ReplyDeleteBeing taken into an imaginary world
Being forced to watch a scary movie.
Failing creative writing.
Being asked what 15 plus 15 is.
11/12/13
Around noontime
Dear diary,
I can’t believe this happened! I am in wonderland. This is crazy. Nothing is real, I can’t go home, I am trapped. The Red Queen knows I am here and she is coming to find me. I have to keep moving.
11/12/13
Around suppertime
Dear diary,
I have just escaped form the Evil Caterpillar. He tried to confuse me with his smoke and then consume me. It was the scariest thing I have ever faced, but from what I have heard about wonderland, there is more to come.
11/12/13
At sunset
Dear diary,
The Cheshire Cat appeared before me just now. He warned me that the red queen was closing in. I will not be able to rest for the night. I will have to continue on into my worst nightmare, at night.
11/12/13
After dark
I have just barely escaped from the Red Queen. She didn’t see me but I had a chance to get a good look at her. It was horrifying. She is old and withered, but powerful and intimidating. A soldier approached her and informed her of something she did not like and with a single wave of her hand she cut off his head.
It was a normal day she got up and ready for school, got dropped off and continued with her normal school routine. That day after school she had to walk home, and it was a warm spring day as she started to walk she noticed a car following slowly behind. She didn’t think anything of it. She continued walk until she went to cross the street and the car pulled in front of her just missing hitting her leg, she stopped and tried to walk as quickly as she could away, but before she could she was picked up and thrown into the back of the car, and no one was around to see it. He tried to panic and cry for help, but there was no one around and her mouth was taped shut so she couldn’t yell loud. When they brought her to the location they would keep her and took her out of the car she tried to fight her way out to get away, but she gave up because the people were much stronger than her. When they brought her into the house the tied her to a chair so she couldn’t get away or even try to get help, the room had no windows and nothing, but the chair she was in and a bed. They untapped her mouth and walked out of the room, she didn’t bother to scream for help because she knew that no one would hear her. Her first thought was she wasn’t going to get back home, and that she would have to accept she was going to die before she could live her life. She sat in the room by herself for hours she knew that they left, but she still couldn’t escape from the house because the rope that tied her to the chair was too tight. She herd the door car door close a herd the door to the house open, she had fear in her eyes and kept trying to think she would get out and be safe, but she couldn’t all she kept thinking was she was going to die and these would be her last memories. The two people came in and left the door open, they untied her and when they went to grab her she ran for the door. She made it out the room door, but before she could make it any farther she was stopped and fell to the ground, and hit her head and passed out. When she woke up all that she could see was black. She tired moving but she couldn't, she tired to scream, bu tit got know where but spread through the place she was at. The car stopped and she felt like something was picking her up she tired screaming and moving but it didn't help. She felt the box be placed down and slowly lowered. She herd things hitting where she was, then she realized. She was locked in a coffin. She tired to push on the coffin as hard as she could to try and get it to open, but the wait of the dirt held it down more. She realized there was know way out of being buried alive.
ReplyDeleteFive things afraid of happening to me
1.Getting buried alive
2.Death
3. Getting kidnapped
4.Having to give up my dreams and goals
5.Dying before I could live my life
· Heights
ReplyDelete· Not being able to move
· Losing my sight
· Zombies
· Death
“Can you go downstairs to get the extra blankets, honey?” My mom asked packing away some things for our Thanksgiving trip. Every year we usually venture out to my cousin’s house to hang out and eat with all of the family. It’s one of the very few times we’re able to see everyone in the year. I went to the basement door and flipped the light switch. I hopped down the stairs and looked around to find any clues to where the missing blankets could be hiding.
“They should be over by the washer machine!” My mother called down the stairs. Next I heard something drop and a string of profanities, which only means those new pots she bought for the vegetables have already found a way to be a nuisance. I stifled a laugh and yelled up an okay. I walked over to the washer and saw no sign of any cloths. I opened it and saw nothing and then looked into the dryer. Instead of seeing blankets I found a lot of blue jeans. I grabbed a basket from by the washing detergent and pulled out all of the dry stuff.
“Ma they’re not here!” I yelled walking over to the den area. I looked behind the couch and behind the television. “How that woman manages to lose 5 huge blankets, I’ll never know.” I muttered to myself while flopping onto the couch. Looking across the room I saw a closet. ‘That’s the one we stick old board games and stuff inside.” I thought to myself. I shrugged and then walked over to give it a try. I opened it and turned on the light. Of course right at the back, behind a twister game, I find all the extra comforters, linens, and blankets my mother was talking about. “Yeah ‘cause this is totally where we put this type of stuff. Yup blankets go next to battleship that sounds right.” I said imitating my mom’s voice.
DeleteI walked in more and pushed some old skates out the way. Moving over slightly I grabbed a puzzle box and placed it to keep the door open. I then grabbed all the games in the way and placed them on different shelves. I got a small amount of blanket in grabbing distance and reached up for it. I snagged it and pulled back, making me slam my elbow into the wall. I winced and pulled my elbow to my hand. Within seconds all the games I hit with my elbow tumbled to the floor and one of the boxes pushed the one holding the door open out of its place. “Shoot me now!” I yelled looking around at my surroundings.
I turned, with difficulty, to the door and tried to reach the handle, but missed it completely. I ended up leaning to far forward and slapping the light off. I fell down onto something oddly shaped and hissed in pain. I tried again for the door knob and found it stuck. I twisted it again and found the same result. “No, no, no, no, no.” I repeated while frantically turning the knob. “No I’m not stuck here. “ I started breathing heavily and feeling a little lightheaded. The walls felt a lot closer and I couldn’t hear anyone upstairs anymore. I started banging my hands on the door and let out chocked screams for help. The room started to feel like it was spinning and tears began to brim my eyes. I felt trapped and my chest got heavy. I slid down to the ground and grabbed onto my throat forcing breathe into my lungs. My head started to get fuzzy when I heard my father's voice calling my name. He forced the door open and I clung to him for dear life. He murmured soft words to calm me while stroking my head. My mother came down after a few minutes and saw the mess.
Delete"What happened down-Oh there's the linens." She said grabbing them fr the closet. "Thank you Mary-Ellen." She smiled at me then went up the stairs. My father shook his head releasing a sigh and followed suit.
"So we're going to pretend like I didn't just have an emotional breakdown?!" I screamed while running up the stairs after my parents.
I looked out the window to see snow falling creating a thin sheet of white on the ground. I smiled, it made me feel like it was Christmas time. I started to think about all the christmas decorations that would be put up, especially at the stores in New York when someone called my name.
ReplyDelete“Zoey. Zooey we’re here come on.” Jake laughed at my lack of attention and got out of the car.
I laughed at myslef and zipped up my jacket. I opened the door. The bitter cold seeped through the car, wrapping me in a a blanket of icey air. I shivered and stepped out. Jake stood in front of the car bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to warm himself.
“It’s so coooold!” I exclaimed as I walked up to him.
“I know! Come here.”He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him. I rested my head on his chest, savoring his warmth. He sighed and finally pulled away.
“So where exactly are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see, dont worry.” he said grinning at me.
“Ugh!”
Yesterday Jake had called me askinng me if he could take me out. Since then he hadn’t said a word as to where we were going and everytime I would asked he would give me the same old answer. I pushed away my annoyance and walked along with him. As far as I could tell we were in the middle of nowhere. Forest lined both sides of the road, the trees bare except for the snow that fell on top of them. We walked hand in hand, into the forest.
“I’m so excited for Christmas. I was thinking maybe we could spend it in New York this year.” I announced.
“Yeah sure. That would be cool and we could go to Rockefeller Center or something.” he said. He kept looking around, drumming his fingers on my hand in a nervous jitter.
“Are you okay Jake?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It’s just cold.” he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I left the conversation at that. I started to think again, getting lost in my mind when suddenly we stopped. We stood in front of a fairly large pond that was frozen. Next to the edge of the water layed a blanket with a picnic basket and two ice skates.
“We’re here!” he beamed spreading his arms out.
“Aw Jake, this is perfect!”
“Yeah except for the freezing weather.”
I laughed and said, “ But I bet we’ll get warm if we start ice skating.”
He smiled and grabbed my hand as we walked towards the ice skates.
We skated around the pond for awhile laughing, falling, and trying to hold each other up. Everything seemed just right, until I fell. Jake skated ahead of me,taunting me. I was determined to pass him and show him that I was faster, when my ankle gave out sending me to onto the hard ice. My head smacked the ground, creating little cracks in the ice. I lay there dazed, my head felt sluggish. I tried to lift myself up, but it only made everything worse. I felt hands on me lifting me up, Jake. I could tell he was yelling but it all just sounded muffled. He put his ear on my chest to check for a pulse. He looked like he was relieved, but I could tell he was on the brim of tears. He wrapped the towel around my head and carried me away from the pond. My head felt heavier and heavier. Until finally everything went black.
A bright light hangs over my head. I can tell from what I’m wearing and all the equipment around me that I’m in a hospital. People stand around my bed smiling hold flowers and crying. A young man holds my hand tight. I’m scared out of my mind. Who are they? Why are they here? Why am I here? I try to remember what happened before this, but my mind draws a blank. My heart pounds faster and faster, I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything.
i kinda messed up with the tenses :/
Delete1. Being chased
Delete2. Being kidnapped
3. Losing all my memories
4. Dying young
5. Losing my sight
1.My parents and brother dying
ReplyDelete2.Getting old and dying
3.Being left alone
4.Getting separated from family
You don’t know what you have until it’s gone is the famous saying. Many take for granted what they have. I am now victim of just that; now that they are gone I see just how important they are. I love my family to death, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t realize how much until they were gone. Now here I am alone in this dark cold room. Sorrow has taken over me and I’m feeling as if I’m abandoned by my family, but they didn’t leave me. I was taken. What a horrific feeling it is to be torn away from them. Never did I think this would happen to me. Without them I feel empty and loss. I still feel the man jagged, rough hands clenching on to me. It gives be the chills just thinking about it. Is this really happening? Of course it is the feelings I am feeling are too strong to fake. This is something that you hear about in the news or see in scaring movies. Never did I picture this happening to myself. I wish I was just able to fight back at the time. It was as if I was weightless. He threw me around like I was nothing. That’s exactly what I am to him; nothing. I don’t know this man at all. Why would he want me? Who could have the heart to do such a thing? Only someone with pure evil. The hate that I have now developed for this man that I don’t even know is unexplainable. However all that hate that I am feeling is taken over by the pain that is slowly taking over my body. I just want to see my family again, hear their voices and just enjoy times with them. I wouldn’t care if I was fighting with them; I just want to be with them. I am almost at a loss of feelings. I just don’t know what to think or feel anymore. The longer I sit crawled up in this corner, the more lost I get. I just can’t imagine now seeing my family again. I can’t even imagine what this despicable man is going to do with me or to me. I just want to leave; if only it was that easy. I wish I could just close my eyes and have this all be over. I think the only thing that I can say at this point is that I’m scared. Scared of not seeing anything beyond these dark walls. I’m scared that I will never see the ones I love again. I’m just complete terrified that my life my end any moment. I think to myself, is the situation scaring me or is it the unknown? The fact that I have no idea what’s going to come of this is absolutely terrifying. I just wish that this could be a bad dream and I will be able to wake up any moment now.
Great! The story is captivating. I think you could include more sensory details here in order to draw the reader in even more. Just make sure you proofread before you post.
DeleteSome of the things I am afraid of happening to me is mostly death, losing a body part or not being able to use it, and or losing my family. The last thing I would want to happen to me is to lose my family. This is because I would want to be the last of my whole family alive; because that would mean I would be alone with no one, by myself. The second thing I would not want to happen to me is to be paralyzed from the neck down because I would not be able to do anything on my own. This is because I like to do things for myself and not others do things for me. The third thing I would not want to happen to me is to lose a body part like a leg or an arm. This because again I would not be able to do stuff on my own and have others help me on things I should be able to do. The fourth thing I would not want to happen to me is that I would die a painful death like getting burned to death. This is because I would feel the agonizing heat burning right through my flesh and I would not want that to be the last thing I feel plus I hate the heat. The fifth thing I would not want to happen to me is to drown to death. This again is because I hate slow painful deaths. However I feel that drowning is not as bad as fire because I hate the heat.
ReplyDeleteParalyzed I would not want that to happen that would be the last thing I would wish on someone.
However things like that happen to whom.
To me when I do nothing bad just
Be me. But that does not matter because I got
The worst end, the one who got paralyzed.
I try to live my life but I still suffer and who else suffers.
My cared ones the
Ones that take care of me suffer the most.
But that is wrong because out
Of
All of the people I suffer the most out of everyone.
“Kapler?” He asked.
ReplyDelete“Jesus, Oshefski. It’s called a cell phone. Try it sometime.” I roll my eyes and reluctantly lower my weapon, tucking it into the back of my pajama pants. Despite the relief washing over me, I can feel the adrenaline swimming through my veins. If I wasn’t awake before, I sure as hell am now.
“You almost got yourself killed.” I exhale and pause. “And why are you here early?” I don’t even attempt to hide my aggravation. “Harold contacted me three days ago with the information for our meet. You’re ten hours early and about forty miles off course. Explain yourself.”
His face is difficult to discern because of the darkness. “Harold was found dead in his car at 0100.” Harold’s tan, aged face popped into my head. He was a serious guy with a calming sense of humor. Harold has been my boss from the very beginning and I think he took a special liking to me because I had entered the field at such a young age. On the first day of training, I was still seventeen years old and still preparing for my upcoming advanced placement tests. One night, I was particularly stressed and fighting to stay awake….
REVISIONS: ...aged face pops into my head. He is a serious guy....
DeleteDamian put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and picked his chin up.
ReplyDelete“Truce?”
The boy nodded at him.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Gavin.”
“Gavin, go pick up your gun and let’s get out of here.”
Damian walked to the mouth of the cave and let out a heavy sigh of relief. It was raining for the first time in weeks. He wasn’t sure if it was a good omen, a bad omen, or if it meant anything at all. All that he knew was that he loved the rain, and it always made him feel better. He stepped out of the cave and felt the cold winds send a chill up his spine. He spread his arms out, turned his face to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the rain cool his skin and wet his hair. He heard Gavin strapping his rifle to his back and walking out of the cave.
Gavin patted Damian on the back. “Oh, so you’re some kind of water elementalist, huh?”
Damian looked at him sideways. “Nope. What, a man can’t like the rain without being a water mage these days? Sheesh, you Syndicate guys are pretty close minded.”
Gavin became noticeably stiff. “I-I’m sorry…what are you then?”
“I’ll tell you if you show me where your HQ is.”
Gavin looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. Damian wasn’t sure about him yet, but something about him didn’t seem that bad. The whole holding a gun to his head thing seemed more of instinct than conscious effort. Gavin just didn’t seem like he fit into the role of a Syndicate Hunter. He was timid, nervous, and his lanky build and short spiked blond hair made him look on the scrawny side. Not exactly the qualities of a hybrid soldier mage-hunter one would expect.
“Why should I show you where it is?”
Damian chuckled and started towards the city “If you don’t show me where it is, I won’t tell you what my powers are.”
He stopped and turned his head sideways. “I’ll show you.”
This is good writing, Chuckster.
Deletefixed it !
ReplyDelete• Burning
• Drowning
• Being kidnapped
• Snakes and spiders
• Getting in a car accident
One night I was sitting alone in my living room when all of a sudden I heard the back door jiggle open. I was terrified I knew it wasn’t my mom. I ran up to my room and hide under my bed. I didn’t want whoever was coming in to see me. I didn’t care if they wanted to rob me I just didn’t want them to take me. I left my phone downstairs; I had no way of calling the cops to help me. I just had to sit in my room under my bed and stay completely silent. I heard people walking in my kitchen ransacking everything. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were coming closer and closer to my room. I was really scared now. Two men walked into my room and dragged me out from under my bed I was kicking and screaming. They put a pillow case over my head so I couldn’t see anything. They took me outside to a van, I think, and they had what I think was a gun against my head and told me not to scream or they would kill me. I was so afraid I just stopped screaming and began to cry. They made me lay in the back of the van and we drove away. I thought that was the last time I would ever be in my house, the place where I grew up. My life was about to be over and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blacked out for a while; I think they hit my head. When I woke up I was in a warehouse I couldn’t tell, I still had the pillow case on my head. The two men were talking in a language I had never heard before. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I just wanted them to kill me already just to get it over with. I knew they were going to kill me, why else did they take me?
They told me I would never see my family this made me cry. I begged them just to kill me. They told me not yet. They took the pillow case off my head. I knew it was going to happen I just didn’t know how or when. That alone was killing me.
The days I was there felt like years. I lost track of how long I was there after 30 days. They fed me very little. It was so disgusting I couldn’t keep it know.
One day I woke up and smelt something burning. I looked to the corner of the warehouse and a pile of wood was burning. This freaked me out. Is this how I’m going to die, I thought. The men were no longer in the warehouse. They probably set it on fire to kill me. This was the scariest thing ever; even worst then being kidnapped. My hands were tied up I couldn’t break free. The smoke was starting to get to me I couldn’t breathe, that was all I remember before it went dark.
1. Being unsatisfied with the way my life turns out.
ReplyDelete2. Dying painfully.
3. Being in so much pain in old age that I wish I was dead.
4. Falling on an escalator and getting my hair sucked into it.
I woke up with tears in my eyes, and honestly, it hardly even affected me anymore. At this point in my life, I have accepted the fact that my life is not what I had hoped it would be when I was younger.
I am the thing I never expected to be. The thing I never wanted to be: divorced.
I got married too young, to someone who I can’t exactly say I was in love with. We weren’t in love, we were just comfortable. Begin together was convenient, so eventually, getting married seemed liked the way to go for us.
We turned out to be horribly wrong though. All the little things that bothered us about one another, we never told each other about. We just ignored them and hoped that they’d either go away or that we’d eventually stop caring. But we didn’t. Eventually all of those frustrations became too much to handle for us, and because we didn’t love each other enough to work through our problems, we ended up separating ways.
I married him because I was afraid of being lonely, and because I married him, I’m lonelier than I have ever been in my entire life.
When I was younger all I wanted was to fall in love. That was it. I figured that as long as I was with someone that I loved and they loved me back that no matter what else was going on in my life, I’d still be happy. I could’ve been happy. But I was just so afraid that if I waited too long I’d miss my chance. Instead I took a chance on something I was far from sure about.
So here I am. Living my miserable life, day in and day out.
When I was younger, whenever my life wasn’t going the way that I wanted, I would just take a deep breath and remind myself that things always get better with time. It always worked, but it’s different now. Now, at my age, the only thing that I have to look forward too is the thought that someday I just won’t wake up anymore.
1. Being lost.
ReplyDelete2. Infested by spiders.
3. Passing out/being knocked out.
4. Becoming paralyzed.
5. Claustrophobic, being trapped in a small place.
It was 5 AM on a Tuesday morning. The sun was just beginning to show; setting up for what would be the hottest day August has ever seen. As I went through my daily morning routine I could sense that something was off, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. I sat at the table, drinking my coffee and reading the paper as always when my five year old son came storming down the stairs in tears.
“Daddy! Daddy! DAAAADDY! There’s a spider in my room. Kill it kill it kill it! HURRY! Pleeeeeeaaaseee.”
Great. It wasn’t even noon and already my day was starting out a mess. My son was not a fan of spiders, and in fact, neither was I. Ever since I had been a little boy; spiders were the one thing that I could not stand. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want my son to think I was afraid; that would only make the situation worse. But I WAS afraid; I had never overcome my fear.
I headed up to the bedroom following my squeamish son, who was now jumping up and down, pointing over and over again to the place he thought he had last seen the spider. It was gone.
“Go back to sleep little guy, you still have a few hours until breakfast. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Hesitant, nearly in tears again, he clung to the back of my leg.
“But Daaaaaaddy! I can’t. You have to find it. You have to!”
I couldn’t leave him in tears, I would feel horrible.
We began to search, and by us, I mean I did. Joey sat on his bed and watched in fright as I picked up toys, looked under shelves and searched the entirety of his room, all for one spider that I was dreading coming in contact with. Ten minutes went by, and still the spider was nowhere in sight. Just when I was about ready to give up, piercing shrieks came from across the room.
“THERE IT IS!! RIGHT THERE!! UNDER MY BED!”
I had never heard such a terrifying cry for help. And it was over a spider. So, being the ‘brave’ father that I am, or am supposed to be, I walked on over and picked up the blanket that was hiding the space beneath his bed. Almost instantaneously a swarm of 30+ spiders appeared from beneath the bed.
“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed in terror.
I tried to grab my son, but it was too late. Spiders covered every inch of his bed. Then suddenly, I could see an arm beneath the swarm. I grabbed onto it, pulled with all of my might. But the spiders just attacked me too. Within two seconds, I myself had been covered in them. I was scared beyond belief. What was going on? Where had all these spiders come from? What was going to happen to us? Then, suddenly, I went blank. My arms began to weaken and before I knew it, I was collapsed onto the ground of my five year olds bedroom.
1. Going blind.
ReplyDelete2. Being in massive amounts of debt and not being able to pay it off to the point where my children won’t have a stable future.
3. The next Mass Effect trilogy will end as badly as the first one.
4. Never being able to walk again.
5. Having a stroke or getting a concussion and losing my ability to use some cognitive function.
The bills were coming in and I felt more and more cornered with each envelope that appeared in that mailbox. Water; student loans; electricity; mortgage; property tax; it seemed like my mailbox was a black hole full of these evil white envelopes containing nothing but despair. Kind of cliché, but I really thought that if I closed my eyes and wished enough, my life would return to the way it was before. My life would go back to the idealized one that I dreamed up in high school and college. Funny how the world screws you. It tells you that you can do whatever you want and there’s always a place for you in the world because you’re special. You deserve everything you get as long as you work for it. Well, it seems that no matter how hard I worked, there was always something keeping me from truly succeeding.
I thought about declaring bankruptcy. That seemed like the best solution. All you needed to do was admit that you failed. But how could you have failed when your failure wasn’t even your fault? I think that was my problem; I didn’t want to feel like I’ve failed-- because I didn’t. I really really didn’t. There was nothing I could have done, no amount of work I could have put in that would have changed my circumstances.
This was terrible. What if no one will be able to help me? What will become of my family? What if I can’t provide for my children anymore? I can’t just let them go. I love them. I love them too much to let them think that their own father can’t even give them a good life and a stable future. How could I bear to do that to them? I would shatter their fragile, juvenile psyche. I mean, what if that had happened to me when I was that young? My self-esteem, my emotional well-being, everything would be ruined forever and I’d never be able to be happy again.
As I opened each envelope, the pile of torn-up white paper slowly grew, and so did my pessimism. I didn’t even need to read what each contained to know that they were mocking me. Well, maybe not so much mocking me, but thinking they’re superior to me. They think that they can control my life and my finances, which in all honesty, wasn’t completely untrue. They knew that if I ignored them, then they would get me. They knew that if I didn’t, they would still get me. Was it their intention to ruin my life? To ruin my children’s life? It sure as hell seemed like it.
Well, I may as well face it. They’ve beaten me. They’ve won. I thought I could succeed, like so many have before me, but that wasn’t the case. The world and all its messed up glory grabbed my pride by the neck, and ferociously shook it until it died. It drained the life out of it, and drained the life out of me. It was time to admit that I had lost. I picked up the phone, and made the phone call that would define the rest of my life.
ReplyDelete1. Being infested with spiders
2. Becoming blind
3. Becoming paralyzed
4. Losing my memory
5. Losing my mom or my brothers
I changed into the gown the nurse provided me with and laid down, waiting for the doctor to come in. I held on to my mother’s hand for comfort and listened to her soothing words. I was getting an MRI done to see where the complications were coming from and to determine if I would need any sort of surgery. I had goose bumps down my arms and back, not sure if they were due to the air conditioner being on or if I was really just that nervous. The doctor came in and announced that my mother would not be able to stay inside with me while the test was being conducted because of the radioactivity. He did however allow her to stay for a few minutes while he set up and got things ready.
My bottom half was introduced into the machine, signaling that the test was about to commence. My mom played with my hair and told me to relax, that it would all be fine. I was scared of the results that would come back, what if it was something bad and I needed surgery? But I was also scared of being in that narrow tube for what would seem like an eternity. I was never fond of tight spaces or staying still for a long period of time.
They introduced an IV into my arm and started processing the medicine through my body. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of the machine by humming and focusing on my mother’s caress. I felt her get up and I knew it would begin. The bed slowly moved in, it got dark around me, I took a peek but quickly shut my eyes before I began to panic, I felt enclosed and trapped.
I began to doze off, could have been due to the monotonous sound originating from the machine and the medicine that was injected.
I was having bad dreams all week long, dreading this day, so this nightmare wasn’t of a surprise. It did, however, feel odd and much more real than the others. It began at my feet, a numb sort of feeling, accompanied by a slight tickle. I wiggled and heard the doctor remind me that I could not move or it would not scan properly and I would have to get the MRI redone. I remained still and began to fall back asleep.
The feeling came back. It was going up my legs and now I was beginning to feel it at my fingertips. I tried so hard to ignore it and fight the urge to move, but I could not. As soon as I felt it on my lips, I opened my eyes.
Spiders. Spiders were crawling all over me, coming from somewhere at the end of the tube, the entire tube was covered in them. I began to panic, fear overwhelmed me. I screamed and yelled but nobody could hear my cries. I ripped the IV off my skin, blood was beginning to drip out of the open wound, I could not fight the spiders away.
I reached for the door and noticed my mom trying to break it open; the doctors were not allowing her to get in. They were not going to save me.
I tried to get it open on my own but it was too late. There were too many spiders… too many and they were all over me.