Especially if this government agency is corrupt. Being pushed into a dark and damp room at a government agency was even less awesome. it take control of you and you're g o n e contemporary - 140 words - 3rd person (lil excerpt from my story hehe) Being pushed into a room by your parents isn't awesome. a longing for power surges through you, you want to let it take control, you want to feel the power that it can give you. the shadow misty words echo in your mind an aching for your mind, stealing your consciousness. the shadow is merciless, it wants to take control but you won't let it but it's so powerful. The shadow seeps into your conscious and suddenly it is your conscious. But what would happen when we do die? Do we all shrivel up into lumps of nothing but bones? Or do we evaporate into the air like steam from boiling hot water? Do we fade away, or will people remember us? horror - 106 words - 2nd person The shadow tears at your soul, the shadow molds it until it's not part of you anymore. But what will happen when The Earth runs out of water? First, we would become dehydrated. Doesn't that make you feel a little small? It makes me feel very insignificant. That's so much more than the amount of mass that your body takes up. nonfiction - 117 words what happens when the earth runs out of water? And how quickly does this happen? The Earth is 71 percent made up of water. Walking out on a red carpet was enough embarrassment for me, but having to do it in a 2 piece suit and silver sparkling crown was much, much worse. My parents, sorry, I mean King Arula and Queen Mima insisted on haven't 20 windows in the entire room and closing blinds over them all. The sunlight was almost blinding after the dark room I was just in. “well, isn't that cliché?” I muttered to myself as the butlers behind me pushed me out of the door and towards my lovely royal subjects. As things began to fit in place, she also remembered who filled her water bottle that day… poem - 116 words the willow's branches arch right past my head and waves a soft hello to a passing dandelion which floats up up up and falls down down down like a rollercoaster up and down and up and down some say life is like a rollercoaster all the ups and downs and highs and lows some say it's like a cruise ship smooth sailing from one stop to another others say it's like a willow bending ever so slightly ever time a new pressure is built onto it and even more say it's like a sun rising somedays and setting others sometimes brightening and sometimes not I say life is too complicated to put it as a simile fantasy - 106 words - first person “and we now present to you… Prince Reza!” The announcer yelled into the bullhorn. Suddenly she remembered how she had lost her water bottle that day, and how the bottle that contained the poisoned water looked exactly like hers. She even had screwed that up, it had been 3 weeks, 3 weeks that she hadn't even had one clue fit into place. The least that she could do was find out who did it. Sure, Tessa had only spoken to her a few times but she knew that she didn't deserve to be poisoned. “Why does none of this make sense?!?” Tessa cried. “Go ahead, you won't find anything.” They pointed their guns at the bushes… mystery - 136 words - third person Tessa slammed the small pad of yellow post-it notes down on the wood paneled floor. “Still, we should check just in case, right?” Asked the first man. “It was probably the bushes or something, we should go.” One of the other men replied in the same dying hyena language, though it seemed like this guy had more authority. “Did you hear something?” One of the men asked in a choked warbled language that made him sound like a dying hyena. Hopefully the government army men wouldn't see the tent camouflaged in the bushes. Startled, I jumped back inside the tent and scrambled to zip up the flap. Four men with blue and green uniforms and yellow pins shaped like crescent moons were stalking the area around my tent. I jumped out of my sleeping bag, unzipped the flap of the tent, and looked outside. The weekllyyyy (some are uneditedd) dystopian - 158 words - first person The sound of gunshots in the distance startled me awake.
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