Spivey Hall

An intruder had entered the town that was engulfed by a dark fog. Even the moonlight struggled to break through it, but his headlights blared through the air piercing through the seemingly impenetrable haze. It was an insensitive gesture towards the quiet town where not a soul stirred with the exception of the sleepless few. In the distance an old lady struggled for air, half waking from a nightmare, half from the disease that was breaking her. She fell in and out of sleep until she finally lay to

They are both vital in creating a feeling of community and comfort within the residence halls. Connecting with residents is difficult because an RA has to find a happy medium somewhere between an authority figure and a friend. Availability and communication are important parts to this distinction because the more time residents can spend around

out who was screaming. So they very carefully walked up the stairs. When they got to the top the saw a stuffed teddy bear. Sarah walked over and picked it up. It had been drenched with blood. Sarah looked up and saw blood spots. She walked down the hall and saw bloody hand prints that looked like a little kids hand. She stopped dead in her tracks. Then they started hearing a music box playing faintly. Sarah looked in every room but didn't find it. Marie ran to catch up with Sarah. All of a sudden

I sat near the window as a pop of orange then a strand of yellow started to appear. They gradually wove together in intricate patterns leaving a trail of light behind for the sun. The concoction of colours slowly revealed the barren world filled with nothing but white snow, sprinkled on its landscape. The sun followed pursuit of the blend of colours as it began its journey to the skies. Its rays penetrated through the windows bringing warmth that seeps into me along with the cold, frigid air of the

There was another long hallway behind the smashed mirror – as though a door was meant to be in place of the mirror all along. It didn’t take long for Jim to decide between staying in the hall of mirrors or chancing the contents of the hallway extended before him, and he was soon jogging down a carpeted corridor toward the next room of carnage and oddities. Susan . . . He could ignore everything else, so long as he focused on Susan…

It was early in the year 2012 when I encountered my first craving for sleep, just before a backpacking excursion. I was one of only two patrol leaders in my Boy Scout Troop, and I wanted to be the best leader. I was hungry for it. My 12 year old brother, Luke, was the other patrol leader and he helped keep a healthy rivalry between our patrols. My patrol’s name was the Golden Grizzlies, and Luke’s patrol name was the Spartans. Previously, the Golden Grizzlies demolished the Spartans in every challenge

are only 4 minutes for everyone to get from one class to the next; so please, please do clog the hallway. That includes, but is not limited to, going up the stairs on the left side or walking on the left side of the hall, walking in a big enough group to span the width of the hall, closing one of the doors in the hallway or neglecting to open one, or just walking at an annoyingly slow pace. Remember to sleep It might not seem like it, but getting the proper amount of sleep is one of the most

On a plane going to another country that was failing. Almost all the people on it realized that the plane was not going to their destination and most realized they would not live. A flaming wing fell off the plane and everyone was sure the chances of surviving were very slim. “Brace for impact!” the pilot said through the speakers. The already ruined plane made contact and ripped through loads of trees in its path, making the plane unrecognizable. Elijah awoke and viewed his surroundings, tropical

Gemless As I parked in the gravel filled lot I settled in my car for a few minutes contemplating homework from each of my classes. I stepped outside with my belongings; there was a slight breeze from the remnants of Hurricane Harvey. Clouds dotted the orange tinted sky as the sun tried to climb up to be fully seen. The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming

questions. After getting up from the bed, I started to look around. Everything was in ruins. My once perfectly pristine hospital room was torn apart. I trudged through the rubble, piecing together the few scraps that were left. I shuffled across the hall and peeled away the covers to find a perfectly scarred corpse. After trying to get that image out of my mind, I continued on my journey through the desolate hallways, constantly tripping over a trail of empty medicine bottles and an assortment of scattered