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My Short Story: The For-telling


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I was writing a short story and I've finished so I thought I'd go ahead and type it out piece by piece, so here it goes:

 

The For-telling by Julian Colwell

 

My heart pounded in my chest, as I ran away from the demonic creature that chased me. The only thought that dared cross my mind was escape. Escape from this house of horrors.

My feet slapped against the creaking, wooden floorboards. Up ahead, I saw a doorway! An exit! I charged through the doorway and was released in to the cool, night air!

 

To Be Continued...


Continued...

 

"You owe me five bucks!", I told my friend, gasping for breath.

"Fine,", Tom grumbled, (for that was his name) handing me a five dollar bill.

It was a cool, October evening at the carnival and we were right by the haunted house. we made a bet, but that's another story.

We continued to walk about when Tom cried,"Sara! Look!", pointing at a tent.

A banner hung above it, that read: Fortune Teller. "Come on! Let's go in!", Tom begged.

"I don't know. I have a bad feeling about this,", I grumbled.

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Continued...

 

"Don't be such a wuss!", mocked Tom.

"Shut up!", I replied, shoving him.

We walked in to the tent and looked around. Before us, stood a crystal ball upon a large, wooden table. "Cool,", I mumbled.

I walked towards the table and looked deep in to the round glass of the ball. It seemed to hypnotize me, holding my mind in it's stare. Then, a gnarled, old hand grabbed me by the shoulder.

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