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Post by Camaraderie on Feb 1, 2008 20:51:25 GMT -6
This is a short story I did trying to use mostly adjectives. You may have read it, I dunno- I wrote it forever ago...
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Her heart tripped on golden wings as her feet flew across silver stars on a steely midnight sky. Spinning, she danced atop a deserted city, the only one alive. The world, the universe, they were all hers. Music that had lain hidden in her soul lit the earth ablaze with color that night. Her heart and mind together wove a steady beat for her to move to, a melody of boom-tat-tat, boom-tat-tat. As she swirled, riding the gusts of wind that supported her feet, the blinding light of heaven and the sun shocked her. Losing her balance, her feet slipped backwards slowly, as if through water. A nearby comet altered its course just slightly, and grabbing its tail, she was pulled onto in invisible roller coaster across the universe. The comet’s shining red, gold, orange, and silver body glittered as if made of thousands of miniscule gems, each with their own tiny sun imprisoned inside. She reached out to touch one of these glittering jewels, falling to the left a little as she leaned out to grab one. A miniature ruby fell into her hand; it had fallen away from the comet in the same way that water falls in the wake of a boat. It warmed and burned her hand painlessly, awakening a light in her soul that had not previously existed. Her eyes shone with a kind of hope and inspiration that had not been there before. The ruby itself was a key to opening a dark, deserted chamber of her mind. She felt fully awake, not in the daze she had been in before. The world was full for color and detail, every little thing now shone before her as she looked down into a thriving city, full of people and life. Everyone walked their own path, for their own reasons and their own motivations. All she had needed to do was to open her eyes, to see just a little farther then herself. Where was that woman going? Who was that girl with her? Why is that man sleeping outside? Slowly, the comet separated into millions of gemstones, the light inside themselves slowly fading toward nothingness. Her legs flailed, her arms making windmill circles in the night breeze. Her left hand splayed open, revealing two red jewels from the comet. They flew into the air, exploding above her head into a shower of shimmering gold dust. She continued to plunge down toward the Earth, flapping her arms with a faint hope of survival. Suddenly, her shoulders burst into flames, but as she realized that there was no heat from the flames, she realized that there were long wings coming from her back. They shone the same colors as the comet, and glittered with the same unearthly glow. She soared upwards, among the sun and stars, She flew to the land of no worries and no cares, exploring space on the wings made of dreams, And as her soul climbed higher and higher into the heavens, in search of the ultimate utopia, she was devoured by the sun. And as her wings truly did burst into flames, the last thing she could remember was eternal warmth.
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Post by arithmophobe on Feb 6, 2008 17:24:27 GMT -6
Here's the beginning of a story I'm working on:
As she walked home on a cold, windy November Thursday, I watched her. She didn’t know I watched her, but I did. I crept behind her, slowly. For some reason, she looked upset. Oh, how I wished I could explore her interesting world and ask her why, but I couldn’t. I was… well, some people would think of me as dead, others… just simply… gone. “Olive!” another girl shouted from behind. “Olive! What happened today?” She slowed down, as she fell into step with Olive. I ducked behind a tree, as if still spying, like I belonged there, well, didn’t belong there, well—oh, as if people could still see me. I crept back out and watched them from behind. “Olive,” the other girl paused, “I want to know why you ran out like that today. You were supposed to wait for us. Why, Olive, do you hate us?” “No,” Olive stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the other girl and smiled, faintly. “I just…” Olive stared off for a moment and then continued, “I simply can’t explain.” She then ran off, reaching a path in the distance. The other girl knelt down on a tree stump and put her face in her hands. I think she began to cry, but I daren’t look. “Why… why can’t anyone like me? WHY?” The girl shouted into the sky, tears streaming down her sweet face. She gasped and sobbed and then stood up. I slowly followed behind her. I wondered what her story was.
“Mom!” Olive yelled up the stairs. “I’m home!” She pulled off her shoes, dropped her leather bookbag, and ran up the stairs. “MOM? Mom? Are you home?” She walked down the long, red-carpeted hallway and opened the big, wooden door at the end of the hall. “OK. Definitely. I’ll call you back. Yes. Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Great. I’ll look into that. OK. Great. Good. Bye!” Olive overheard the end of her mother’s conversation. She walked in and sat next to her mother on the big, blue and gold canopy bed. She only got a glimpse of her mother’s messy scrawls before she turned around and spoke to her daughter.
Call Marjorie—she’ll need to know about Sunday, December 31 Run errands for the 31st Call back the Woodstocks Phone numbers: Marjorie- (345) 876- 2340 Woodsto
“Hello, honey. How was your day at school?” asked Olive’s mother, putting the index pad back in the drawer next to the bed. “Mom, what were you just doing? Just now, I mean.” Olive looked up and her mother and she smiled. “Oh, nothing,” Her mother got up and walked around the bed, keeping her hand on the cold, brass head post of the bed. “You know, just private grown up stuff.” “No, mom. Nothing is kept a secret in this family since dad left.” Olive said, keeping an eye on her mother’s hand. “Olive. We also never speak of that and you know that.” Her mother stopped dead in her tracks and said, “I think that will be your brother.” In five minutes, Olive’s older brother, Asher, opened the door of the big room and plopped down on the bed beside his sister. “Hello, Asher. How was your day?” asked their mother. “Oh, just fine. I did a lot today.” Asher replied. “OK, great! Tell us over a nice Thursday dinner.” Their mother walked out of the room and Asher and Olive exchanged looks. This was nothing abnormal, but they both sensed something going on in their mother’s “secret adult life.” Asher put his hand on Olive’s shoulder and said, “Let’s go.” Olive got up and also put her arm around her brother’s back. They marched down the stairs and sat down in the huge, spacious kitchen with their mother. “Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes. You both can go wash up.” Their mother shooed them out of the room and, of course, neither of them washed up. They stayed right outside the kitchen and spied on her. “Yes, hello. It’s…” She turned the faucet on for a minute, washed her hands, and then turned it off. “I would like to speak to Ms. Regina Woodstock. Uh-huh. OK. Can you have her call me back then, ASAP? Thanks a million. I really appreciate it. Thank you. Good bye.” “OK, mom. We’re all washed up.” said Olive. Asher then nudged his sister on the elbow. They looked at each other and when their mother looked back at them, they smiled sweetly. “Would you please set the table for me?” their mother asked. She carried something into the dining room and placed it on the table. When they all sat down, their mother muttered something under her breath and then started to serve the appetizers she had brought in. “So, Asher,” Olive said. “What were all the things you did today that you were going to tell us at dinner?” “Well, firstly, I GOT THE SCHOLARSHIP TO FORDHAM COLLEGE! Secondly, I might not go, thirdly, I aced all my tests that Roger didn’t, and lastly, I found this on the street.” Asher took a deep breath. He took an envelope out of his backpack and held it out. Neither Olive nor their mother took it for a while, so he opened it and took out a piece of paper. Then, Olive grabbed it.
You are cordially invited to the Wilhemina Ball at 229 East Ivory Street. This event will take place from 6:30 P.M. to 1:45 A.M. Bring a date! Don’t forget—this is a dress coded ball (see dress code below) Women—Fancy dress and black heels (dress preferably white, black, or red. No orange, green, or purple, please!!) Men—Traditional black and white tuxedo with black spats only!! Pocket squares not permitted. Please, we ask, no flowers on your tuxedo or anywhere else vulnerable on your body. Also, everybody will be asked for an invitation ID at the front so you should all bring your invitations. We thank you.
“Asher, where did you find this?” asked their mother. “I told you, on the street.” Asher coughed into his arm and started helping himself to mashed potato seconds. Then, their mother slapped his hand and said, “No, I know that, but exactly what street? And what time was it?” “Uh, I think it was Jordan Street, but I don’t know what time it was.” Asher put the invitation back into the envelope. “OK. Thank you. You may have seconds now. I need to go make a phone call.” Their mother got up and excused herself from the table. Olive and Asher followed close behind. Their mother almost ran into the other wing of the house to get the phone. As soon as she got it, she dialed a number and closed the door behind her. Olive and Asher put their ears up to the door so that they could hear. “Yes, this is…” She sharpened a pencil and grabbed a pad. “I called you earlier, but you didn’t connect me. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I need to be connected right now. Is she there yet? NO? Oh, good. Thank you. Will you connect me now?” there was a long pause and then she began to speak again. “Hello, Ms. Woodstock. Yes, it’s me. Listen, I would like to speak to you about the 31st. Now, my son found something on the street…” She seemed to have gotten up and started pacing around the room. There was another long pause, and then she spoke, “Well, I would’ve thought you’d be more understanding! He’s only a boy! He found them on the street. Thank you, Ms. Woodstock. I’ll call you back later. Good-by.” Olive and Asher then ran like heck back to the other wing, sat down, and quickly finished their “second helpings.” “Olive, please go get ready for bed. I need to speak with your brother.” Their mother said. She closed the door as Olive walked out and listened for her footsteps up the stairs to begin. Olive pretended to close the door of her room, but instead, she tip toed downstairs to eavesdrop. “Asher, you are a very fine boy. I put a lot of work into getting you in to FORDHAM COLLEGE! WOO! But, you might not go. Why is that?” His mother looked at him, as she poured some coffee and sat back down in her velvet upholstered chair. “Well, some other things have come up.” Asher replied. “Like what other things?” asked their mother. She suddenly got up and started pacing around the table. “Well, other things, you know?” Asher looked down and stared at his hands. “Look, Asher. I am a full-time worker and a hard-working mother. If you don’t tell me what is happening that you can’t go to a college, I won’t put any more work into finding you another.” Their mother began to get harsh. She sat down and took a breath. “Look, mom…” “Don’t you ‘look’ me. I CAN SEE RIGHT BEHIND YOUR SWEET ACT. YOU WANT TO HURT ME! YOU WANT TO DO ME NO GOOD, RIGHT?” Asher got up and stood against the wall. “HUH? ISN’T THAT IT?” Asher struggled for air as he found the words to speak. He decided to make a run for the door. He then slammed it, revealing Olive’s dumbstruck face. He brushed past her and ran up the stairs. Olive did the same, but she went to her own room. She slammed the door, got under the covers, and closed her eyes. She sobbed for the next 20 minutes until she finally got too tired to fight with herself anymore. She fell asleep.
The next morning, Olive fell into step with her friend and they talked. “Olive, why did you do what you did yesterday?” asked Olive’s friend. “I told you, I can’t explain. I do want to be your friend, but I… look, I gotta go.” Olive ran ahead and her friend tried and tried to catch up, but finally she gave up. She stopped at a porch and took out a notebook and a pencil. She began to write a poem.
Roses, red roses I love you, red roses You lie upon by bed My bed oh so sweet. I feel such pain When you have to come When you do, though, everything becomes alright. Roses, red roses I love you, red roses You lie on my bed And I feel my own pain. Roses, red roses I love you red roses Roses of warmth Roses of love Roses of sorrow Roses of demise
Later that day, Olive asked her friend to walk home with her. Her friend said yes automatically, because she had big, unknown plans for that night. On their way, they talked very little. “So, what are your big plans for tonight?” asked Olive. “You’ll see,” said her friend, for the hundredth time. Olive rolled her eyes and picked up the pace. Her friend followed.
At home, only Asher was there. “Hello, Asher,” said Olive, absent- mindedly. She knew her friend’s plans were big meaning something bad was going to happen. All through the evening, she wished she had invited her friend over so that she would interfere with her plans. Finally, at dinner, she arose and said, “I’m going to…” Olive dropped her dish into the sink and came back. “I need to tell her something.” She walked out of the room, put on her jacket, and Asher stopped her. “Olive, I need to come with you. I need to.” Olive nodded, and Asher followed her out the door. He opened the car and hopped in. Olive opened the door to the backseat and hopped in, as well. She just sat there, the whole time, staring off and once in a while saying to Asher, “Faster, please.” Asher would just sit up and clench the wheel tighter. It was about 15 minutes later that they arrived at Olive’s friend’s house. When they did, they both jumped out of the car and ran up the porch steps. They then knocked wildly at the door and Olive’s friend’s mother answered it. “Why, hello Olive and Asher. Come in.” She grabbed a chair and sat them down on the couch. “So, what’s up?” she asked. “Ms, your daughter is doing something that you are unaware of. We are sure that it is not permitted and that you probably don’t know about it.” Asher confessed. “Yes, let us show you.” Olive arose and she led the way up the stairs. Then went her friend’s mother, then Asher. Olive began to run down the hall, frantically. She burst open the door and her friend was sitting at her desk, gazing off into the distant moon. Olive could see that she had something in front of her, though. All of a sudden, her friend’s hand reached down and grabbed the thing in front of her. “Heidi! NO!” Olive yelled. Her friend looked back and gave a faint smile. She shrugged and turned back around. “HEIDI WHAT’RE YOU DOING? HEIDO! NO!” her mother plunged in. She jumped in front of her daughter and grabbed the things that were in front of her and ran downstairs. She locked them in a cabinet and came back up. “Thank you, Olive,” Heidi’s mother said. “Thank you, too, Asher.” She smiled and they walked out. As soon as they left and got back in the car, Heidi’s mother had a long talk with her.
“What was all that about?” asked their mother when they got home. “Oh, nothing,” Olive retorted, nonchalantly. “Alright,” their mother said. She took some dishes into the kitchen and told Olive and Asher to go to bed. Olive and Heidi walked to school together. It was a normal morning, except Heidi kept muttering under her breath, “It’s time.” Olive kept asking her, “Time for what?” but she would always just shrug it off. She was acting a bit strange. At school, Olive sensed ‘bad vibrations’ with Heidi. She didn’t even know what they were, but she just sensed something else was wrong. On the way home, it was already dark. It began to snow, so Olive broke into a run. All of a sudden, she heard a deep, loud voice that almost belched, “STOP!” Olive stopped, but she didn’t dare turn around. After about 5 minutes, there had been complete silence for that whole time. She then turned her head and there was Heidi, crying, sitting on the bare sidewalk. Olive turned around completely and ran up to her. “Heidi,” Olive asked. “What’s wrong?” Heidi wept. “Olive,” Heidi gasped. She looked awful. Tears ran down her face, she was pale as a ghost, her nose was dripping, and she was shivering. “I’m s-so cold.” She looked up at her friend and shook. Olive, too, wanted to cry. “But I need to do it.” “Do what?” Olive asked. “Oh, you know,” Heidi stopped crying for a minute to take in her sorrow. “You knew I would do it someday. I just needed to.” “No,” Olive shook her head, “I’m afraid I don’t have a clue.” Olive looked away for a minute and when she looked back, she was astounded. Heidi took out a case from her bag and opened it. It was the thing she’d seen in front of her the night before! Now, Olive knew. Heidi was about no good. She wanted to commit suicide.
Olive jolted up in her bed, sweating. Before she knew what was happening, tons of thoughts ran through her mind. Was that real? What was so bad about Heidi’s life? Then, she realized that she had been to her house just that night and stopped her from doing it. Her mother had spoken to her. Everything was going to be OK. That morning, Olive refused to walk to school with Heidi. In fact, Asher drove her. When she got there, she avoided Heidi. For that whole day, she avoided eye contact with Heidi. She just wanted to go home. She felt sick and she didn’t know, now, what was in her social future. So, during lunch, when Heidi asked to sit next to her, Olive nearly fainted. She said it was fine, but then ran to the nurse. “Hello, sweetheart,” coughed the nurse. “How can I help you today?” “Uh… well, first of all, my name is Olive.”-- At this point, the nurse smirked, picking out Olive’s envelope from the filing cabinet. “Secondly, I feel really nauseated and I have a really bad headache.” “Well, honey,” the nurse took a deep breath, “’fraid that’s not tellin’ me anythin’. I need to know what happened and when you started feeling this way. Then,” she licked her finger, turning to the fresh page of the sign-in book, “I will take your temperature and you will or will not go home.” She smiled vaguely and pushed the book towards Olive. Olive then signed in: Olive . Class 610,-Ms. Hartford. Olive didn’t know why, but she always signed her name ’Olive’ and then put a star next to it. She then took a seat on the couch and closed her eyes. Slowly, she found herself walking down her street. It was gloomy. She was sweating. All she remembered was that she saw something vague in the distance behind herself and broke into a run, which was really a slow jog. All of a sudden, she heard, “GET ME AWAY! GET ME AWAY!” It went from a roar to a whisper and she soon jolted upright, to find the nurse and her mother standing over her. She screamed when she woke. “Calm down, deary,” the nurse whispered. “Your mother’s here, now. Everything will be alright.” “Thanks for your care… of my child.” Olive’s mother stared off and sighed. She signed the guest sheet and picked up Olive’s things. “Let’s go home now, Olive. I think you’ve caused enough trouble for the day.” “You’re welcome, miss!” the nurse called after them.
The second Olive got home, she plunged right through the front door and up the spiral stairs to the third floor. She opened her door and slammed it shut. She didn’t even bother to flick the lights on, she just went over to her desk and rummaged around for her box of matches. When she finally found them, she went around the room lighting every candle in sight. She did this when she had a headache. The electric light was too much for her. She then sat down at her desk and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper.
Dear Asher, I am taking into consideration taking drastic measures. I am not quite at peace with the world right now. Please understand that I feel very weak. I need much support. Please let me know if you are willing or not to help me. Write back ASAP. I trust you, Asher. I will fill you in if you decide to accept this challenge. I will not if you decline. Make a wise decision. You cannot escape this mission. It is quite an important one, Asher. Before we begin the journey upon this very long and dangerous road, brother, take my hand and please know that I think you the most trustworthy person I know. Olive PS: Do not let anyone know about this mission, Asher, PLEASE!
Olive slipped the letter into a Manilla envelope and sealed it, signing, “Confidential” in big, red letters. She slowly walked down the hallway, letter in hand. When she approached Asher’s door, she brought the envelope up to her face and kissed it. She then bent down and slid it under her brother’s door. She walked back to her room and shut her door. A few hours went by of when Olive was normally in school. Then 2:50 rolled around and she heard the usual sounds of the school buses arriving, children shouting, and Asher coming in the door at 3:00. “Hello?” Olive could hear him call, faintly. “Is anybody home?” Even she would not answer. It was when she heard footsteps outside her door that she opened it a crack. Asher was standing there, about to knock. “Hey, Olive. I got this.” He dangled the confidential envelope in front of her face.
So... what do you think?
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Post by arithmophobe on Feb 6, 2008 17:27:08 GMT -6
Here's another:
Her name will be Elizabeth, but she will be called Madison
Prologue “I like Jennifer.” Megan Brooks strode around the room, running her pearls through her hands. On the other side of the room, Oliver Tanning crinkled his nose. “I like… Olivia!” Megan and Oliver had known each other since grade school. Megan was now pregnant with their soon-to-be daughter. They needed to choose a name. All across their gigantic living room were all kinds of baby name books. Oliver sat in the mustard chair holding 1,000 Names for Your New Baby Girl. Megan stood at the door leading into the long hallway holding Ways to Name Your Child. “We need to choose something unique. People will not be able to tell her apart from other people. Why don’t I choose a name and you choose a name?” Megan asked. “Of course,” Oliver said, opening the book once again. Then he saw it. The coffee stain. This is where the story begins.
Chapter One Megan Brooks was not the common 12 year old. She was quite independent, considering she was one child out of 9. She loved figuring things out for herself, with no help. When she met Oliver Tanning in the 5th grade, everything changed for her. Things did change for him, too, but not nearly as much. Oliver Tanning was quite unique, as well, but he had his own quirks. He was a very dependent child. He liked to figure things out, but he would not begin until someone pushed him a long way. That changed when he met Megan Brooks. Together, these two made an excellent couple. Whatever Oliver was too scared to find out Megan knew all about. Whatever adventures Megan wanted to go on Oliver had not gone yet. He would just be a great companion. The adventures these 2 went on together were beyond belief. They were so exciting, but amazingly dangerous. They were uncovering parts of themselves they didn’t even know existed. All of this began on one special Thursday in November of 2006. Megan and Oliver were too afraid to go out for recess that day; it was too cold out. Megan, being her interested self, decided to go exploring for the hour everyone else was still outside on this frigid day. Oliver spotted Megan, thinking she was a girl in his class, and followed her to get homework help. The two continued along walking through the basement of the school for about 5 minutes when Megan finally heard Oliver’s footsteps. She turned around, and that was when Oliver found that he wasn’t following his classmate, but a complete and total stranger. Megan walked up to him. “H-hello. Um, I’m Megan. I-is there… any reason you’re following me?” “Hi. I’m Oliver. I—uh—thought you were someone else,” Oliver said. “Hey—can I ask you something?” “Sure. Shoot,” Megan said, smiling. “What exactly are you doing?” Megan’s smile turned into a frown. “It’s none of your business.” “How come? I am just curious.” “I don’t even know you!” “Come on! Please?” “Just get away from me!” “Fine!” Oliver turned around. He pretended to walk away, but really he turned back around and continued following Megan. In a few footsteps, Megan turned around again. Oliver was not there. She smiled. She knew this act. She had 8 brothers and sisters: Eloise was 4 years old, Michael (Mikey) was 6, Lukas was 7, Sarah and Lila were 10, she herself was 12, Kirk was 13, Delia was 15, and Jared was 18. She then stopped short in her tracks. She was not surprised when Oliver bumped right into her. She turned around once again, but this time she was laughing. She quickly collected herself. “Oliver, you have passed the test. Well, almost. You need to prove to me that you can be trustworthy. You need to prove that you are curious and will never bail on me. That is, if you’re interested.” Megan turned away a little, letting her long, stringy, dark brown hair swing over her shoulder. She peeked over just for a second. Oliver was thinking. “Wait. Back up. What was all of that?” Oliver asked. “All of wh—OH! I’m sorry, I have 8 brothers and sisters and I go quickly for some people. What do you need me to repeat?” Oliver giggled. “Just about everything.” “Alright. Where should I begin?” Just then, the bell rang and it was second to last period. Megan ran away, just knowing that she would see Oliver in the hallways again. “WAIT!” Oliver shouted, “COME BACK! I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU!” Megan didn’t even turn around; she just walked right on to her next class. After school, Megan walked home alone. The bright red and orange leaves fell off the trees in her path. Oliver followed closely behind, but this time, Megan had no idea. On her street corner, Megan turned. That was when Oliver jumped out from behind her and screamed, “BOO!” Megan screamed in reply. “What do you think you’re doing?!!” “What? I’m curious—didn’t we already cover that?” Oliver asked. “Well… I’m just not totally sure you should be doing this. Maybe you’re overdoing it just a little?” Megan asked back. “Overdoing what?” “You know, the following acting like a spy thing.” “Uh, well, I guess. But if you had told me more about yourself when we were—” “Oh, so that’s what this is about? Well in that case I think I should just be on my way.” Megan picked up her books that had fallen when she jumped in fear of Oliver and ran down the street. Oliver simply stood there on the street corner. He didn’t know what he should do. With anything that was going on. Megan was still a huge mystery to him, and so was what he was doing constantly following her. Maybe she was right. Maybe he had gone too far. Maybe he should just give up?
Chapter Two That next morning, Megan Brooks was up and out the door by 7:30 in the morning. That was especially early for her. She was not an early bird, usually. The earliest she had ever gotten up was 4 in the morning to catch a flight with her family, but then she simply slept for the whole plane ride. As Megan waltzed down the sidewalks, it hit her. She liked this Oliver kid. He would be useful on her adventures. He was just right for her. She continued walking. Smiling occasionally, she began running. She had confidence. All of a sudden—oops! She found herself on the cold sidewalk. “Uh, do you need a hand there?” asked a male voice. Megan looked up. To her surprise, it wasn’t Oliver. It was a boy. He had sleek black hair and he donned dark sunglasses. He wore a tan-ish colored trench coat and black jeans. His shoes were gray running shoes. She frowned. “No thanks,” she retorted, “I meant to do that.” The boy laughed. “So, if I may ask, what might a pretty, little girl like yourself be doing up and about at this hour on a Friday morning?” “Well, you see, I was just getting ready to go to school. My school is very near here.” Megan paused to take a breath. She wrapped her hands together. It was her turn to ask the questions now. “So, if I may ask, who is it that meets my acquaintance?” “I can’t say. It’s sort-of-a… thing that I- have. Anyway, I’d better be going. Nice to meet you.” He walked off in the opposite direction.
Later that day at school, Megan noticed that Oliver didn’t seem to be running in to her at all. Or so she thought. At lunch, she decided to stay in again. Just as she turned the corner where Oliver had stopped her before, she heard footsteps. Uh oh, she thought, I’m busted now! She turned around and no one was there. She smirked. She turned right around and kept on walking. This time, there were no footsteps. She quickly turned another corner and another and the footsteps started again. She broke into a run. The footsteps slowed down. She had to think fast; she wanted to know who this mysterious person was. All of a sudden, she saw something that immediately caught her eye. It was a door at the end of the hallway she had never noticed before. It had words on it, but she couldn’t read them. She walked closer. The words were still illegible. She broke into a run again. The footsteps quickened. She ran harder. The words she could now make out read, “In the STREAM, BROOK !!” She could barely make out the rest; she was still almost all the way down the hall. She was no longer paying attention to the footsteps, until she noticed something. There was a whole other hallway she had never seen before. She looked down it and continued running. Suddenly, she tripped. The footsteps got shorter and louder. She gasped when she realized that there she was, sprawled out across the floor and someone was after her, about to get run over. She quickly got to her feet and stumbled to the door. She paid no attention to the sign; she just opened the door and shut it behind her. The footsteps grew louder and she could tell they were right outside the door. She heard panting. Megan thought everything was back to normal when she noticed fingers sliding under the door. She shrieked and immediately covered her mouth. She knew that she would have to think fast. Then, for the first time, she took note of her surroundings. What she thought was a closet that she was standing in was actually another long hall. It was completely deserted. But, before the hallway started, there was a small area that resembled a closet. It was dimly lit and there were shelves. It somewhat smelled like dirty mop water. On the shelves, there were many bottles of things that she couldn’t read. She decided to ignore them for now and
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