INT. INSIDE THE LIBRARY - AFTERNOON CHASE is sitting in the library, working on his project for German 101. HARPER (IN CHASES HEAD)
By M3 months ago in Fiction
In whispers of the night, I hear your call, A haunting melody that fills my soul, In dreams, we dance beneath the moonlit hall.
By M4 months ago in Poets
Chapter 1: The Disappearance Detective Michael Wells stepped out of his car, squinting his eyes under the dimly lit streetlamp. The rain had been relentless for days, and today was no different. The city of New Haven, shrouded in fog, seemed to whisper secrets in every gust of wind. As he approached the dilapidated building, a sense of eerie foreboding washed over him.
By M4 months ago in Horror
The wind howled mercilessly, carrying with it a chill that penetrated to the bone. Dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening rain as a lone figure made their way toward the forgotten town of Willow Creek. Thomas Johnson was a journalist, on a mission to uncover the truth behind the disappearance of several residents of this seemingly peaceful place. Little did he know, he was about to stumble upon a secret that would change his life forever.
The old man trudged through the thick snow, his bones aching with every step. He cursed his stubbornness as he made his way towards the cabin, the only shelter for miles.
By M4 months ago in Fiction
I was once a cherished possession, a treasured relic in the home of a wealthy family. Crafted from pure silver and decorated with intricate engravings, I was a magnificent pocket watch. My presence brought elegance and sophistication to the lives of those who owned me. But fate had a different plan, thrusting me into a world of darkness and despair.
In verse unbound, a tale is spun, A poem crafted, a web tightly spun, Words dancing, swirling, free to roam, Guided by rhythm, finding a home.
In a realm where words dance and intertwine, A poem whispers secrets, a tale so fine. But delve deeper, my friend, and you shall see,
Amidst the stars, a feeling blooms, Beneath the moon, the night exhumes. Celestial whispers, secrets untold, Dancing with darkness, stories unfold.
A beauteous alphabetical array, Brimming with verses, bright and gay, Celebrating each letter's sway, Dance with words, a joyful play.
EXT. THE BAR KYRA WORKS AT - IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT KYRA I quit! KYRA throws her towel onto the kitchen floor. KAYLA
As the sharp bitter cold wind howled through the snow-covered peaks of the Alps, a group of adventurers embarked on a daring winter hike. They were in pursuit of something extraordinary — the secret frozen waterfall hidden deep within the heart of the mountain range.