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He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again. I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the det

The name didn’t ring a bell, and I saw no point in lying. Madeline seemed to take this in stride, as she nodded before proceeding to string together the most ridiculous story U had ever heard—something about werewolves with secret abilities, secluded and apparently wiped out of collective memory. If I weren’t tied to the table, I would’ve burst out laughing and walked off. But I was. My life was in the hands of this mad woman, so I listened avidly to her words to see if there was something I would be able to pick up.

Needless to say, he made any story including those that would normally be tagged as boring, sound like the most intriguing stories in the world. So, while everyone sat and fed on some freshly grilled meat mixed with vegetables, (which by the way, made Wilson feel insecure because it could easily attract any flesh eating beasts), the old man told stories after stories of the days back. Some were about his personal experiences and most were stories he had heard, true or untrue. "Do you know the full story behind this broken tar road?" The old man started after chewing on a large chunk of meat and drinking some water. Wine was intoxicating bad it was a terrible idea to drink in the wild. It was

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

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he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex

Not with the thought that Rie might come back. “I hope you don’t find this weird.My friends are just crazy and hang out in the weirdest places.” Keisha smiles at me. I adjust myself and listen to their stories as time slowly ebbs away.I find myself laughing at their weird but really funny stories.

Bored surfing through the internet,I reside reading an online story written by my greatest and favourite author, Elvis Asiwe. He's stories generally are dope,they appear outstanding and unique, having great plots, outlines, intriguing characters and unexpected twists. Reading his stories frequently soots anxiety and worries, bestowing long lasting peace of mind within me and like earlier mentioned,him likewise his stories are both dope and the best. I thought. Deeply engrossed reading through his current ongoing intriguing and suspense filled novel,Alex devious sneaking in was taken unnoticed by me, not until loud screening screams evolved her lips, taking me aback in shock.

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