"Who is your sister?" The man asked sitting down behind his desk. "Erica Rose Boodwitch. Gone missing exactly three years ago, December 21st 2012," I said tears streaming down my cheeks, "Just let me be with her!" I cried out desperate to protect my little sister or at least be with her. The man sighed and nodded at the man behind me with the gun on my back. I thought he was giving the man permission to shoot. But then everyone turned around and walked out the door, back through the hallway and into the room with glass coffins. I pushed my way out from my guards and ran to where my sister's coffin was. It was easy to find the coffin my sister was in because next to it the shards of glass were in a huge pile, my stilettos lying next to it. My sister was still lying with her delicate hands rested on her stomach. The only difference was that she was screaming but I couldn't hear her. A man came and unlocked the coffin lid and I ripped it open. The scream was like she was being ripped apart limb by limb. I remembered one thing very clearly about her because we shared a room, she had NIGHTMARES. And not just, oh there's a monster under my bed, nightmares more like Hollywood horror movie material nightmares and it looked like she was having one right that very minute. I bent down and shook her, HARD.
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Sound From the Crowd
AdventureAn unfinished story I wrote in fourth grade. It's really terrible but I thought I might as well put it on here.
