Creative Writing: Hello, Phil Morter

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

“I don’t know; I didn’t vote for him. I didn’t vote for anyone, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Do you know where your name comes from?My name came from a bull rider.I don't know which one he is but all I know is his name was spelled with a c. The name Kooper is from England and Wales.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

graveyard. The leaves on the trees swayed back and forth with a soft moan of the

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

It started out with a petrifying scream. The police straight away rushed over to the top floor of Ms. April’s condo. As lieutenant George slowly crept the door open. His arms turned clammy and there has been the glisten of sweat running down the face of his neck. His eyes grew with extensive it was as if he had been hit with a fatal blow. however what he saw, no-one else should see. Then Mr. Ferd rushed over and grabbed onto lieutenant George’s shoulder and forcefully pulled him far from the door and now all could see, the corpse, devoid of pores and skin, pitted by way of burrowing insects.

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

Boards creaked and ice groaned under huge paws as a dragon creeped out onto a narrow frozen dock. 'Why am I doing this?' She inched forward with a wide and very awkward stance, her retractable claws out and her feathered wings waving in an effort to keep her balance. ‘It’s going to break, I’m going to fall.

“It didn’t used to be this dreary, I swear to you it didn’t.”, she said this to the confused boy with a solemn look in her eye. It was as if she was looking for familiarity in the off white walls and the cold blank stares of the people around her.

Basile Auger rested his truncheon on the palm of his hand as the rain drizzled onto his helmet. It was a damp, miserable day in Paris, as it often was this time of year. Cool mist had settled over the Champ de Mars, and Basile hoped that it would make his scowl seem more menacing. The red, white, and gold francisque, the symbol of fascist France, sewn into the breast of his raincoat would be less fear-inspiring in the mist, so he continued his scowl with renewed fury. He was flanked by other members of the armee de la revolution nationale, wearing similar helmets and scowls. The protesters were gathered in the center of the Champ de Mars, maybe two hundred of them all waving signs and demanding liberty and a return to the third republic. Several

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

June 12, 2025 was the start of a zombie apocalypse. He had just woken up from his slumber, as his brother bursts through the door, trying to wake him up. He turned on the news and told him to watch. The newsman said “Attention: this is not a drill. A zombie outbreak has occurred. Please stay in doors, board up your windows, turn off all your lights in your house and we will keep you updated through this.”