(Ahh, one of my favorite holidays is coming right around the corner... Halloween rules!
And so does my English teacher... because he told us that we had to write a short story for Halloween, which had to include ten vocabulary words. this was our in-class assignment for October 26, 2007.
And, if you're living in the US, you'll know that this is not, in fact, Friday.
Without further ado... here's my Halloween oneshot.
Sidney, Naomi © Nintendo
Girl © Me)
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Silent Screams
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She held the flashlight in her hands, nervously walking down the street.
Her parents had always called her excessively querulous for no real reason; but now, the dark gloaming inspired nothing but fear in her youthful, active imagination.
The lustrous moon's light was obscured by dark, foreboding clouds; only the feeble beam of the flashlight could be used to vanquish the darkness that surrounded her.
The single spot of light amongst the inky black of night kept quavering; the flashlight was clutched tightly in tremulous hands. The teen girl knew that any notion of peace on this late walk home was nothing more than a delusion; the ominous silence would quickly abash her, reminding her of how much she wished she was in her father's comforting arms...
Her father.
Her father would often remind her of the long line of brave men and women that bore the same last name as her- the name that she had an exorbitant amount of pride in.
She would not be perfidious to that name.
The girl buried her fear; her timid steps became a more confident stride. She had simply been placed asunder from her parents; all she was doing was rectifying the situation by returning home...
There was a sudden, soft sound behind her.
The teen girl spun around, shining the flashlight in front of her--
Nothing.
Slightly unnerved once again, she began once again along her path, turning to face forward--
The last sound she would make was the start of a frantic scream.
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"There's something wrong..."
Sidney Kasal was standing in the doorway of the front door, trying to peer through the inky darkness, worry evident in his vigilant hazel eyes. Behind him stood his wife, Naomi, who was nervously playing with her long, silvery hair.
"I agree..." she spoke softly. "But... what can we do...? Rylee told us that she'd call if something was wrong..."
"...call her," Sidney ordered, fixing his glasses. "I'll stay here in case she comes back..."
"Yes, Sidney..."
Naomi reentered the house to call their only daughter.
They would never hear her voice again.
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(End oneshot.
Dark, isn't it?
Please review.)