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Abyss TowelsHistory is best to enter a comp? (Skim milk) Can you help me correct grammar, and / or points, please?

Spooky Night

Rain pattered on my window fiercely. I sat in my office chatting on msn when I heard a bang downstairs. Surprised, I rushed down to see what was happening, and if this darn stray cat had pushed his way through the slit in the window. But the window was exactly how I had left.
Opening the curtains a bit, I tried to look through the glass than anything I could see was my reflection. The dark abyss could contain anything: a burglar, a rapist, a murder. The unknown scared me and I am sure all the doors locked and closed the window. It was getting cold anyway as the air that night seeped in.
I went into the living room and a fire. I lived in the country and my nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away - a long distance race in case something happened. I tried to erase that thought right out of my mind.
The hot and cracking of the fire was soothing to hear. The heat radiated into the room in seconds, warm me inside and outside. I hated this house - especially to be left alone in it while my parents went out for an evening for adults "only".
BANG! There he was again, the same noise that shook crashing through my body. The fire does not seem so hot more. I ventured to creep out of the living room and took a look outside - again, the darkness obscured my vision.
The torch was in the kitchen cupboard, and I grabbed him as quickly as possible, then opened the rear door and shone the light straight ahead.
Connected pee-colored eyes looked at me. pointy ears came from above his head. A long snout had a wet nose grease on the end of it, and showing sharp teeth inside the razor. The smell of garbage and patients rose to my nostrils and immediately I need my hands to stop the smell.
CRASH! The torch splattered on the ground, leaving a scream which soon turns into a deafening roar.


The competition on the beach

It was a hot day cooking in Ibiza, and I was there with my two best mates boy: Jake and Leo. We scattered across the warm golden sand, I indulged in Sugar Magazine.
"Hey, this is a bikini Nice," strangely out with Leo.
"Uh, thanks..." I was lost for words. How strange to just come out. Before I could finish my sentence, Jack butted and said: "Do you want a drink?"
I raised my glass of lemonade and put a smile honey.
They both fell on this side to say. Their faces showed me that they were both in deep thought - do not want to say anything stupid. I shook my head and lied down.
"Would you go out with me?" They both said at the same time, and before my back hit the sand, I rocked back wide eyed. I looked left to Jake and my right to Leo two faces were red with shame.
Sitting in amazement, Leo broke the silence by saying: "How would you first go to the sea that can go on a date with you?"
Opening my mouth to protest, Jake said, "Okay, you're on!"
Regarded as I have not even had a say, so I left the two boys competitive (hunger of my attention) race to the sea
Sighing, I sat down and rubbed a little more sunscreen on me. My skin already tanned he sucked in a moment. I was ecstatic that I already had a tan from the second day.
Looking up to see that Guy, I would, apparently, going to a date with a whole host obscured my view. A large family waddled and took their time to scrape the feet in the sand, which is half the beach with them.
They quickly passed and I looked straight ahead to find. . . there was a young girl who goes through the bank. Where was Jake and Leo?
Uneasy, I bolted up from my sitting position and scanned the beach for them. My eyes rolled around and around their soc.

Posted on May 27, 2010.
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