Showing posts with label week#8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label week#8. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 October 2013

100#wc

The rain came crashing towards the ground with a splish, splash! The violent storm was a break out.
 The wind howled as pushing the sea against the dock. Boats waving side to side. People getting pushed on the right and fighting against the wind.
 “Time freezes most of the time,” grandfather coughed. I didn't want him to go at a terrible time like this, but instead grandmother was on the way. So I served up some hot tea and sat by the fire place. Hours speed up but problems were on the way.
Where was grandmother?

A phone call came..........

Friday, 25 October 2013

100wc

He’s red; he’s hot and ready to come get you. His name is the king of hell or the devil of the earth. He likes to give a good scare at night time he would lay under your bed ready to give you a scare, also like to sit in the pictures on the walls and stare at you for hours.
Does it feel like someone is watching you?

Well the devils scaring days are over he needs somewhere to stay, so he built the haunted house. But he still like to give a few scares once in a wielded.