"All that I know, all that I am, all that I hope to be, I owe to her. As war GORGED on everything and everyone I love, I try to stay strong and carry on. I refuse to praise their false beliefs, I will do everything within my power to withstand this trial. For the living and for the dead, I will bear witness, even if I risk their GAS filling my own lungs. Their sharp tongues and lucid HATE will not reach my heart. I will raise my words, not my voice; It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."
"HEY NORMAN!" Allie screamed as she went to the attic.
"Hey Allie." Norman casually smiled as he said this.
"So, you are almost done with your story for Mrs. Manchester?" Allie asked.
"You bet!"
As Norman wrote, he noticed that one of the words...had moved?
"Ummm, Allie, what the hell is going on?" Norman whimpered.
"Wait….OMFG" yelled Allie.
"Should we call the writing expert?" Norman asked.
30 minutes later…
"Hello. What seems to be the problem you're having with your essay?" Mrs. Manchester asked.
"Either I am going insane, or the word HERO just moved." Norman responded.
HERO crashed down the rocky pit, and started to run.
A large worm awoke, with it's stomach made of the letters GORGED, forming the word.
The D disappeared, changing the word to GORGE.
The worm started inching towards the HERO, and the HERO ran.
HERO came across a temple, and a black monster formed by HATE started to give chase.
As the HERO made it to the temple's peak, the P was devoured by the hand of EVIL, and HERO fell deeper still.