It was dark, cold, and wet, a person sat on the creaking floor, then turned around, then looked back, a ghost came up and went “Boo!” He breathed on his scared hands, because his breath was as cold as ice, his fingers, turned to ice, and broke into pieces on the floor. Huge pieces of fingers slammed heavily on the floor, allowing the ghost to disappear into the very old book selves near them. By a metrical the boy stood up, and started to run, then a huge windy hurricane ripped through the house, he was torn up into the eye of the storm, every thing went silent, the boy woke up, in his bed with his pants wet…
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Horror stories
As you can guess, this article, is about the blood you use to breathe, the clothes your wearing, sit down near this fire, I prepared, we shall talk…about the horror in horror stories.
In most horror stories, there’s usually a villain which is evil of course, or there are vampires, or wait there kiddies ones, the real horror stories, don’t involve them at all, but a true victor of the fights, evil in weird and wonderful ways, with the people like you and me, experiencing fights or death, but evil around us, sucking our life, or getting us to hack each over the head with a axe.
Or maybe we should make our own horror story after all you came here to be scared? Or did you just click the latest article link? Or did I trinest chuck this articles link to you in an IM conversation? Nothing matters now, expect you’re here, and you’re going to be spooked, put on some coffee, sit down, and dance.
It was cold, of course it always is in winter, but most horror stories are formed around a cold icy day in the middle of winter, let’s tell you another horror story, or how about continue, what was started at the start.
The boy’s pants were wet; he stood there, believing it was just a bad dream, standing, shocked, and frozen. All of a sudden, he relised, which made him fall over, that his room, is the room in his dream. A cold icy air came in from the slightly open window near his bed, he closed it shut, and as if he was meant to, moving towards the book selves were the ghost had disappeared into. His expression slowly changed from shock, to horror as he approached it, it was ripped by huge claws in many angles, and the cuts on this antic item, were very deep, his mother would kill him for this. He continued to look around, then he herd his mum scream, from the distant bed room, calling his name “Zeek, help me!, come quick.” Zeek, was only 7, and this distressing call from his mother, put him to even more shock, as his father, passed away when he was only 3. Zeek walked the pain full steeps to his mothers room, on the way he pasted a radio playing the song “Run to paradise” , he could tell it was only at the start as it was playing “Baby, this is paradise”. He then slowly walked around it the ground creaking as he did so, then the radio all of a sudden played the song real fast, all it sounded like was a muffle. He then was petrified, and he ran really fast to his mother’s room, picking up on carpet burn on the way. Then he stopped on the room before hers, and a small white figger walked past, turned to look at him, and a humans head showed up, it was really cold at that moment, as that face, was his mothers and it had the same gashes on her face, as like the ones that made the cuts on the book selves, he then walked into his mums room, to find…nothing expect a dead body lying on the floor, he looked at it to see that the face had been ripped off, and by the looks of it by the same hands which just walked past, then a cold, wet, slimy hand touched his shoulder, and he screamed, and ran towards…
Then the story will stop allowing people to sink in what happened, then they will be sacred, oh well, maybe people were easier to scare in the 80′s anyway I bid you with the end of the story. (Oh and there’s more of the article at the end as well)
The dead man with his mums face, Zeek then sore that a small axe was located near his mothers body, he ran for it only to be cut quite rapidly in the face by the axe, slowly he begin to see a running of a small house in the tropics, he slowly sore the surrounding objects go into a different position, but the ghost stayed in its spot smiling, then Zeek woke up, blood bursting from his face, onto his…wait Zeek looked down to see all but stubs were his fingers used to be, he then looked around to see that he was in a small hut, which was attracted by what looked to be a hurricane. His sweats begin to build up, and his blood was attacking flies. Then a old man, with sweaty and bloody hair, walked up to him, Zeek could smell him, the blood and sweat connected made a fowl and disturbing smell, the old man put his hand on him, Zeek looked at him, and sore the same axe was in this mans left hand, out high, with the weapon resized, and then the ghost walked past, smiled and despaired, during that time Zeek had his guard down, and was now sliced in half, with the most painful attack ever imagined by a 7 year old, he knew it was real, because he could fell, breathe, and had feelings of sorrow and aggression.
Normally a horror story would scare someone, but I’m afraid you read this article, because I was board, and had nothing else to write about.
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…The name Zeek – The Real Link
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…..oh and TRL if your reading this, the boy was going to be you.
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Trent Petronaitis
The General Part 3
This version has no specific value, expect for been an end for all things General.
First up today, we talk about school and the stupid things little kids do with there “lovers”. My friend is the same age as me almost (he’s older), but he doesn’t know better, he has had last year so many girl friends it isn’t funny, and then 3rd term he found this girl. He had been going out with her for a year now, but the last month of there relationship they were going out secretly because they won’t allowed to go out. Then recently what I knew would happen happened, and he broke up with her, for the 2nd last time, it accarly started a big fight, because lots of girls now wanted him. Anyway the next day, he was going out with her again, and it caused a bigger fight and now, he’s not going out with anyone expect we are trying to get him to go out with this orange hair chick.
Next up, why people shouldn’t use others emails. I recently have been getting quite damaging emails, after some idiot used my email to register for this thing, as you see this thing didn’t have any security to prevent stuff like this from happing so, after awhile this idiot used my email for damaging things. E-mail’s need more secretly, were entering a age, were almost everyone has a email, but I think it should be scraped, in favor for a unquiet system, which is like a phone number, we already have IP’s but that isn’t good. We need more stuff like a unique IP, a unique email, say each house had a server, which almost everyone dose, they could then have there own emails @ there house, say website, or phone.
Lastly, the future, we are entering a age, were the only developments of stuff, is keep very tight, hardly any information gets released and hardly gets kept. I’d say this, that the early ages, were when magazines were good, and people would share information with strangers as if it was a good mate, but now the media is runnined, thanks to people in high places which don’t deserve to be in that position.
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Trent Petronaitis
The General, Part 2
Will the general be a 3 part article, I don’t know, but what I do know is that this issue will be big.
It’s the weekend, normal people would run around, be out side and go and try and get into a pub underage, but not me, I’m here, like always waiting for something. This time I’m waiting for my Aunty as she was coming up, to my town. Anyway, like always we go to a restaurant when her and her husband come to my town. This time my cusion also came, so we had babies running around. Anyway, this time we were celebrating my mums birthday (she’s old…XD) like always we go to the best kept secret in town, a small chinnes restrunt out near Woolworths Petrol.
This restaurant isn’t packed; it’s always got a few people. We sit down, as we rang up before we came, a 10 set table was prepared for us. A lady then comes out, asking us if we want drinks, we say yes, and get some can drinks of sprite, and solo. After a few minutes we get to choose what we want for our man meal, we order, the usual stuff, and we also got prawn chips this time. As soon as the lady came out, a few minutes later with the bowl of prawn chips, and put a bowl down, we all went for them. I and my brother finished the plate of chips nearest to us and then the lady comes over and goes “Like your prawn chips?”.
After awhile, we then get our main meals, me and my brother share our plates with each other. About 10 minutes latter, one of our gests didn’t get a plate, so the lady comes out again and asks what she ordered. A few minutes latter she gets the food she ordered and even got complements from the cook.
After we ate, we got some fortune cookies, under which was the bill.
Well then we went home, all tried, and sat down, and watched a movie “The Six Sense” on a projector. This movie finished, and everyone went to bed, but me and my brother stayed up, and played a game (he used the projector screen for it). I went to bed at 12:00am, and then woke up at about 9 the next morning; we had plans to go along the main street for the markets. I went, but my brother and dad stayed at home.
Then we had lunch up at the park on the mountain over looking my small town. I had 2 buns, which consisted of ham and cheese. We then went for a walk, and as we were leaving we sore dad. Then we went home, now its tea time, and we are having roast.
Trent Petronaitis
The General
Sitting here, doing nothing, listing to some old guy sing “You’re the voice”, not doing my home. Work…wait its Geography homework…I’m going to be so in trouble, oh well I will just say “I had better things to do”.
The time is 8:22pm I, normally now would get a drink, and talk to drunk old guys on MSN. But today’s different, I’m sitting here, listing to old people sing music and doing an article, not much difference between what I normally would do.
I have relised, in making articles, that no matter how, boring or incomplete the article is, about 10 people will read it per day. I have nothing against those 10 people, expect they have to be those same drunk old guys I talk to, to accarly put up with my bad articles, bad grammar, and evil Word which keeps switching from English Australian and English American.
Over many years, I have learnt that the American English is totally different then proper English, and that l33t is totally different from English, and that the popular speak is different again. I don’t care about all these languages, I just want easy access to my own language, Australian English aka Proper English, even though I don’t speak, spell or read it properly its what I do.
This brings me back to not doing my homework, not much time has pasted since when I started this article at 8:22pm, its now 8:30, but in that time, I had to think what to right, and change the music I’m listing to, as it’s getting boring. But anyway back to the subject, my homework, is a stuiped Geography page, with 11 questions on it about some line thing you use to measure maps, and then I got math’s homework, because I didn’t (wow been ages since I haven’t finished something in math’s) finish it in class. Its what I do, you can’t change it.
When I was in Year 5, I used to right really small (I still do and by real small I mean about 1px small almost sometimes) I had a old teacher, which I believe was going blind, because I could clearly see the work I had done, and I can show that I could read it even thought it was that small, but the teacher insisted on me righting big, slowly I got used to having really big righting, now I right big and messy in my books and I blame her.
I’m half way through year 8, I haven’t got any homework, (as in nightly stuff) until now, and I probably wont, for another few months after this hole geo thing leaves and I learn to not speed ahead in math’s and do the wrong questions.
In concussion, this is the first time, I wrote and non gaming article and it might become…nar I don’t want to right these all the time. But kids reading this, do your homework, you don’t want to be a fat guy which sits on his computer 24/7 (oh and ladies I’m not that fat. just a bit chubby J). Remember its what I do, and you cant change that.
