heres the original short story i did for school
have low expectations. it would help me lol
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I stared at the door, feeling the dread of not sleeping wash through me as I repeatedly shook myself back awake. I hadn't slept in about a week, all that kept me up was a sound. The sound could've been coming from anything, so why was I so scared, why couldn't I sleep. It was always the same sound, every night since I've been here. The only thing that disturbed me was that it was getting loader. The first night, it was barely noticeable. Just a small tap, tap, tap sound that I only noticed when I got close to the walls or windows, of course I thought it was just the house settling or a tree branch but It slowly ran to a light knock, and then a louder one. as if whatever it is wants to be noticed. Its now just crashing through the night, it could've been racoons but that doesn't explain why it was so quiet first. But at this moment, my sleep didn't seem to matter. All that mattered was my next decision. Opening the door would leave me open to the possibility of being unsafe but I needed to see what had been happening, and how I could possibly stop it. I kept thinking about how dumb it was to be scared but there I was, staring at a door, holding a red bat and shaking in fear. inside seemed to be my safe space. Something that I didn't want to leave. my body uncontrollably hesitated each time a went to open the door. Until I just jumped for it. a strange feeling shot through my body as a touched the doorknob, a strange energetic fear, as if my body was in a flight or fight state and couldn't decide which it wanted to do. I recklessly swung the door open and quickly walked out the door, tripping on a small rock which broke my unfearful persona. For a moment I froze, laying on the grass that was surprisingly green despite not taking care of it for over a weak, and my eyes blurred in shock at the brightness of the day. I was calm for a moment seeing the outside for the first time in a long time before panic shot me, realising the danger I could've been in. I quickly stumbled up upon my feet, slightly swinging the bat around in my hand trying to gain back any ounce of confidence to stop who ever kept me up every night. But no matter where I paced or walked or ran, and looked and yelled and insulted. No matter what I did, I couldn't find any signs of disturbance, no knocked over bins or squashed bushes. It looked perfect. The image was like a movie. A big log cabin, bright green grass, a rocky dirt road and trees crowded a small distance away from the house. With nothing touched. The only difference was that things were touched and have been touched and sounded like they were touched and so the fact that they looked untouched was so deeply disturbing to me. I hustled back through my door, chucking my body on the couch, trying to calm myself back down. I guess I could say I was too sleep deprived to not be emotional. And was coming back down from an almost excruciating fear. It's understandable why I was on the brink of tears. I walked around and sat back on the couch deciding to lay down for sleep. I slowly let my body relax "what a week". That was the last thing I said before I finally fell asleep.
"aah". I let out a small sound as i flinched awake. The loud noises woke me up again but strangely enough, this time I wasn't filled with fear. It was just anger. A strange feeling to have, waking up with anger but it seemed to work for me. I aggressively raced to the closest weapon seeing the bat I used before and ran outside. "HEY" I yelled trying to get the attention of something in the distance. it worked. I locked eyes with it and noticed it started to get closer, hearing small sounds that sounded like mumbled words. I whispered confused words and swears to myself as I scurried back inside, loosing the anger that was previously inside me. I panickily mumbled words "terrified, terrified, terrified, terrified" those words were all I could say until I let myself breath. Deep breaths and leant up against the front door. I closed my eyes. Then the door started banging, shaking me as I stumbled and fell to the floor in a strained way. The door opens as extremely tall people walked in. In a way I didn't know if I should call them people. They were all too tall for a human, there fingers were long, eyes seemed to be glowing, there skin looked too perfect to exist and there was some kind of terrifying uncanny valley, they looked too human yet so far from human. The possible leader of the group slowly walked up to me and grabbed my arm as if to help me up. I fearfully pulled back, his skin was painful. It was so beautifully soft yet so painful. This wasn't human. No. now it was confirmed. It wasn't human. Its eyes were the last thing I saw before it all went black.
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please recommend things for the story.
names
plots
designs.
in the vampire group there's 3 boys and 2 girls. the main character is about 19 years old and i kinda imagine him looking like Robert Manion.
i want it to be a hypersexual thriller kind of story. idk.
