The words that are in bold are words we required to have in the story. I dare you to try it with the same words and tag me in it or send me a copy because I might put it in this book. It doesn't have to be serious by any means.Thanks!
By: Lexie3234 and
Herbert walked with his lime green phone in his hand. He quickly changed his pace to a
jog after hearing a scream come from the home behind him. His ribs groaned with pain as he
jogged swiftly through the trees to his home, just a mile away. He looked behind him, suddenly
feeling a twig beneath his foot and then the ground beneath his head.
The voice that had been behind him grew louder. "Oh god," he whispered.
"Someone, help!" He yelled as he quickly stood up and began to sprint. "Someone!" He
screamed. Suddenly, a voice was in Herbert's ear.
"Hide 'n seek is over. I've found you," it whispered. Herbert screamed one last time
before a hand was cupped over his mouth and another around his waist, picking him up and
carrying him away. He attempted to scream once more, but no sound came out of his mouth.
The thing carrying him repeated once more "Hide 'n seek is over. I've found you," in his ear in an
eerie whisper.
"Hide 'n seek is over. I've found you!" It screamed in his ear once more. Herbert let out
one more terrified scream. His scream was ended abruptly with the sound of a gunshot.
Fifteen Years Later...
I quickly ran down the stairs, holding my light blue sweater in my hands. I zoomed
passed the kitchen, where my mom was mixing her soda water in her orange juice for
breakfast.
The Shirley Temple commercial was playing on the television. She was dancing around in a
pink tutu, and the camera quickly turned to her looking through a doorway.
"Good morning mother," I said quietly. My mother, Linda, was still half asleep when she
answered me.
"Mmm, good morning, sweety," she replied drowsily.
"I'll be back soon. Don't wait up!" I yelled running out the door.
The chilly Saturday air greeted me with a frosty hello. I looked down the street as I
walked briskly towards the Chanel store in SoHo.
I walked into the door with my wallet in hand.
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Short Stories
Short StoryStories/Essays I've written that hopefully interest you. :) Some of them may seem a bit creepy.