I didn't mean to kill her! The air turned around me... icy fingers gripped my arm, the eyes of a painting followed him down the long dark hallway. An icy wind slashed at his face through a open window. A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I had never seen a ghost. But like they say, there is a first time for everything. Closer and closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger, soon it filled the room, was a light falling?
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In Part I , I wrote a little missive to my 8th graders. For part II, I think I will try and compose a poem from some things I wrote during...
7 comments:
This story was scary and cool, awesome job 😀
Thats good! I love how you say, "Short story" and its scary.
i liked all your details
Haha what a creative idea. That was oddly an entertaining story/poem, great job.
Wow this was intense. It was also really creepy, but good! Nice job and keep up the great work!
Love the story. Very creepy. Keep writing.
I love this short story. Your word choice is impecable. You should keep writing little things like these. Some day they might turn into a long story.
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