Emma’s Storys.

I love to write, hope you like my story’s, feel free to send pics for them if you want. I will do requests if they sound good enough..

[emma-poseidon]

The shadow in the corner

Each night as I sleep I wonder what it is that stands silent and solemn in my corner, bathed in shadows. Comfortable in my bed I never look. It is always gone once I awake. It never hurt me, it must be friendly? How wrong I was. Shall I explain, how it came to be in my corner?

I have a balcony from my room over looking the lake below. That is the corner it likes to stand in, on the left, can you see it? It looks a vaguely humanoid to me, it I am not sure. Back to how it came to be.

I had just moved into a new house with my mother, father, little brother and rabbit. I had the attic bedroom because my brother wanted the one next door to my parents room. We had gone out to dinner to celebrate our new home, it was dark when we came back, there was no one else on the roads it looked abandoned.

When we finally got onto the motorway with other cars I was relived for the light, we had taken our rabbit with us because the removal guys hadn’t put her cage in yet, I thought it was just her making a racket it the boot, so did my family. We have a nice car, maybe my parents didn’t hear it. We carried on but I started to worry when the noise carried on ever when I was holding sniffles( the rabbit). It stopped soon after so it was probably nothing. We pulled into the drive way and I ran up to bed, my book was on my bed. I read for a little while but regretted it. When I looked out the window something was disrupting the lake, it was rippling like mad. Something poked its head out. An arm then a leg came soon after emerging a large tall slender man covered in a layer of sleek black. Mum had said not to worry about this it was just some drunken teen having some late night fun, I ignored it. That night was the most horrible of my life.

After I went to sleep I was woken up at 3am drenched in sweat, a large mark down my hip, a scratch, from a knife. I tried to sleep ignoring the red drips on my floor, that was when the foot steps began. Long and heavy coming up the ladder slowly but… I had the only key to the ladder, I got up and ran to my dresser where I kept it, it was gone.

Ok everyone here’s your challenge, write the next bit of the story I will upload the best one, good luck.😀 please keep it scary, don’t make a joke of it.

[emma-poseidon]

I have writers block, I want to come up with a story for this, can I have some help.

[emma-poseidon]

The portal in a box

“It’s coming…”

“Hello?”

My name is Onyx and this is my story, before it ends. Let’s start from the beginning, the very beginning.

I was walking down the road, the noise was unbearable, from a passing cars with their loud engines and highly strung dog owners with their rowdy dogs moaning about everything under the sun. But no one noticed van. Roaring down the road the jet black man went. I was just minding my own business on my way to school when BAM it hit me. Everything at black. When I work I sat in the middle of the road, my head on the box, a sleek black metal box very similar to the van, luckily no one noticed the unconscious girl in the middle of the road so I ran to the edge and sat down the pure weight of the box making me collapse on the pavement. For about 15 minutes I did nothing to start it as people went out into the road to avoid me. I stood up my legs shaking from where I had been unconscious and I opened the first flap, a warm gust of wind from the box left me speechless. Then came the animals. Amazing animals. There were so many of them I have no idea how they could all fit in one box to this day I still do not know. I open the next flat, this time I felt a direct gust of icy wind for about 30 seconds and right behind it Arctic foxes, wolves and snow leopards along with many other freezing cold animals. There are only two flats left now I wonder what’s underneath? Still shivering from the last flat I open the third flap and ducked. Out of the box soared every bird you could possibly imagine, from Falcons and Golden Eagles to pigeons and pheasants. After they left I looked around and was shocked to see that not one person had noticed all the odd things coming from the box and were just carrying on with their lives. I looked down worryingly at the fourth and final flap and with a shaking hand grabbed it and pulled. It came with too much ease for a metal box but I only had a 2nd to contemplate this as I was sucked in and that brings us right back to the present as I fall into a bottomless pit.

“The end is near...”

“Hello?”

It’s cold down here, it feels as if I’m being watched though. I feel trapped. The voice was right the end is near now. I have no chance at survival for more than a few days. I wish my mum was here she could get me out of this...wait... she owns a van like that. Was it her van, is this her box. Why would she have this. Is she keeping something from me, something bigger than this. Is it important. What’s wrong with my family? Maybe is I can find a way out I can find out what’s so messed up with my family. I have to get out first.

[emma-poseidon]

21 Avenue

Curling around the door was many weeds and creeping up the wall was the ivy. The trees whispered to each other in a solemn moan; the locals called it the moaning mansion and for good reason to. When people stepped inside they never saw the outside world through the same eyes ever again. People who came out of that house went crazy, nuts but that was if they ever came out at all. Out of towners said it was just a coincidence that those who entered it went berserk. They would calmly step up to the door step with a grim smile on their face, they were going to prove these crazy people wrong, they would step inside. They would stroll through the front door and go fourth to the dust covered living room the cobwebs submerging them as they went. People would move in from time to time but they never stayed long, they say thy heard noises and saw things, unmentionable things, things they swore never to speak of again. Strolling through the kitchen the faint smell of burning roast turkey hung in the air. That’s always where things first start to go wrong, the moaning began to come from the cupboard, some were stupid enough to look others ran on upstairs the limp moaning left behind. In the hallway most would stop to check behind them forgetting the horrors ahead. It was them who never left the house. Those who didn’t look back saw the thing that was coming towards them and ducked its arm, charging into the first room, seeing as a sanctuary to the corridor also forgetting the kitchen. They would slam it shut behind them, they never heard the click of the lock...

[emma-poseidon]

In the woods, can you think of a story from this?