Based on a normal anxious feeling, being trapped in an elevator is a scary thing to think about. A story about Jane will change your perspective about stepping into a elevator..
The first elevator:
Roberto was a fantastic, obedient student and son. He was responsible, intelligent, helpful and focused. But just like every other person in the world, he had a weakness. Video games have always played a big role in his life. They caused a disappearance of someone dear to him and drive him downhi...
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Beginning in the deserts of Nevada, scientists develop a contagious virus used for "war" purposes on both the living and the dead. When the virus is released by fault, it spreads across the world. Two brothers from Washington, Justin and Alex are joined with six teens, Keith, Avery, Holly from Co...
This novel is about someone who is being chased. Chased by horrifying creatures. But that's the thing. Reality and imagination seem to be the same. What is real and what isn't. Is this person being chased? Or is it just the imagination messing up the brain?
This is my contest entry for dclovesfd...
***I have other chapters of this one done, only four, I wanted to know if anyone even found it interesting before I continued, or posted ore chapters so, comments are highly appreciated. Happy reading :) ***
What do you do when everyone you've ever held dear, everyone you'...
There I am, in the middle of nowhere. I can still hear the ringing voice in my ears screeching "that's not cold weather, it's just death approaching".
I managed to get a glimpse at her face. She was gorgeous but her eyes were nothing but empty space. I was so frightened but some how yet attracted
A month after his wife's death, Alan's life didn't seem to be getting any easier. Between police investigations, mentally insane neighbors, and his daughter's spiraling depression Alan must try his best to mend the broken pieces of his life. When a series of deaths start occurring in their town, ...
Inmate no. 241200.
Out of the three murders of which I have been convicted. I am innocent of the one against the bastard that raped me. Looking out of my barred window. I see the greyness of the sky and a light drizzle of snowflakes. Thatâ€™s where everything started. With snowflakes.