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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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Poetry Contest

I'll start a story and you continue it. I'll have two types stories pick one or both. The one with most creative imagination wins. Just write till you feel the ending is good. Good luck to all....
I went around trying not to get caught by the creatures. One of them came out and looked so huge and didnt see me i guess. It was huge thick wide and black like a whale i guess it was but there was a huge croc when i went otherside and saw the deep and saw it huge and immasivily long. When I saw that , that really scared me. I tried being careful as i passed it. Then as i passed that and trying get away wanting cross the water back to the bigger land, i saw this walking creature that i guess resembled a dinosuar but looking like a chicken or duck.




It was dark and went to another place and something else was going on at another facility and I go there and people there too. once I go there there were like bad people and it seemed some had guns and I got like mixed into it somehow. then people looked at me like im bad person.  I didn't kill anyone but I felt I did something bad and felt like an accomplice. I then see them run out and I do too. I was trying to stick with a guy named Leo. he wasn't paying attention to me as I tried running after him and trying catch up to him and all scattered.  I was panicking. I see them and him and I felt trying to escape and saw long type fences and behind that was dead end cause it was all OCEAN!!!!.


Strangeways_Rob
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Leo waded into the water, until it slapped against his stomach. He suddenly turned, as if his shoulders had been tugged by a puppeteer. He pointed, pulling trigger fingers to invisible guns, and gestured me to look behind. There were banks of people waving like demented windmills in a storm.

“Don’t worry dear,” Leo shouted. “You’ve wandered onto a film set.”

He ushered me through the crowds and chatter. Leo smelt of cheap aftershave and too many affairs. The Director’s beard showed remnants of his lunch. He remonstrated with a girl in a vivid yellow dress and threw me accusing glances. Leo gave me a reassuring stroke of my head.

“Someone get this lady home,” Leo said.

The familiarity of my Apartment was a relief. I ran my hands over the tables, chairs, curtains and carpets. Felt the air conditioner gushing over my body.

I had been drowsy for weeks from the medication. The Doctor had warned me to be careful not to wander too far from home. “The outside world may feel strange,” he had muttered, whilst clandestinely smiling at his receptionist.

It took me nearly thirty minutes to reach the required temperature of the bath water. It had to be just right. A couple of shots of hot and I pulled my limbs into the tub. I lowered my head under water, welcoming the thumping sound of heartbeat in my ears. As kids, we used to pretend to be submarines, wriggling across the squeaky bottom of the bath.

It would soon be twilight. I tried to gulp streams of steam from the kettle. My coffee preference is strong. I stirred the brown mud, slowly at first, then more rapid, as if my hand was spinning out of control. It took me several attempts to swallow my pills in the mud. I slid into bed fully clothed.

I awoke to the rhythm of rain on my window and the gentle meow of next door’s cat. I struggled to reach the lamp. It seemed to leap out of my grasp. I could hear the distant growl of midnight traffic. My eyes adjust to the dark. A wavering shadow looms in the corner. It begins to fill the room with an arched blackness. A door rattles, then another and windows soon join the cacophony.

I press a pillow deep into my face. The lamp crashes to the floor. I desperately reach for Leo, but his side of the bed is empty. I realise now, he will never be coming home again. It’s too late. The doors rattle fatally and then silence.

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Strangeways_Rob said:Leo waded into the water, until it slapped against his stomach. He suddenly turned, as if his shoulders had been tugged by a puppeteer. He pointed, pulling trigger fingers to invisible guns, and gestured me to look behind. There were banks of people waving like demented windmills in a storm.

“Don’t worry dear,” Leo shouted. “You’ve wandered onto a film set.”

He ushered me through the crowds and chatter. Leo smelt of cheap aftershave and too many affairs. The Director’s beard showed remnants of his lunch. He remonstrated with a girl in a vivid yellow dress and threw me accusing glances. Leo gave me a reassuring stroke of my head.

“Someone get this lady home,” Leo said.

The familiarity of my Apartment was a relief. I ran my hands over the tables, chairs, curtains and carpets. Felt the air conditioner gushing over my body.

I had been drowsy for weeks from the medication. The Doctor had warned me to be careful not to wander too far from home. “The outside world may feel strange,” he had muttered, whilst clandestinely smiling at his receptionist.

It took me nearly thirty minutes to reach the required temperature of the bath water. It had to be just right. A couple of shots of hot and I pulled my limbs into the tub. I lowered my head under water, welcoming the thumping sound of heartbeat in my ears. As kids, we used to pretend to be submarines, wriggling across the squeaky bottom of the bath.

It would soon be twilight. I tried to gulp streams of steam from the kettle. My coffee preference is strong. I stirred the brown mud, slowly at first, then more rapid, as if my hand was spinning out of control. It took me several attempts to swallow my pills in the mud. I slid into bed fully clothed.

I awoke to the rhythm of rain on my window and the gentle meow of next door’s cat. I struggled to reach the lamp. It seemed to leap out of my grasp. I could hear the distant growl of midnight traffic. My eyes adjust to the dark. A wavering shadow looms in the corner. It begins to fill the room with an arched blackness. A door rattles, then another and windows soon join the cacophony.

I press a pillow deep into my face. The lamp crashes to the floor. I desperately reach for Leo, but his side of the bed is empty. I realise now, he will never be coming home again. It’s too late. The doors rattle fatally and then silence.


It was cold i could see my own breath under the moonlight shining through a window in the basement that is now cracked. Sacred to death I ran down here to get away from the darkness!
It smells musty here, prolly from the last flood 2 years ago Halloween night.

Not sure what to do I panic and whip out my wand and wave it around my entire body and apparat outtah there, except,
the spell didn’t work. Sensing my fear it wasn’t long before darkness was pounding on the door to the basement. After a few attempts the door breaks wide open with the force of a cannon!

—Eeek! OMG! my wand falls to the floor rolling away from my reach and





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