The Halloween nightmare

                                                      The Halloween Nightmare 

Ugh!! I think I've eaten too much Halloween candy!! I think i'll just sleep in the couch a little. "Henry"?? "HENRY"!!! Said a loud and scratchy voice. "W-w-hat-t"? I said feeling all worn out. *Ugh* It's probably just my mom again, she doesn't like me sleeping on her couch she talks in a very patient voice for example "Henry, that's why we have something called a room to sleep in, your ruining my couch!!" "Oh my sweet sweet mom, *Sight* W-wait a minute... my family is gone of to Wisconsin to visit grandma!! I'm home alone!!  "Oh Henry.. were are you??" The vicious thing said!! I can already image myself dead in about 5 minutes if not because of whatever's here, or because ill die of fright anyways!! "HENRY!!" Suddenly i wake up in the floor i guess i fell in the process of the scare, So.. I get up to just see that my parents are back from grandmas early and with a very mad face, *Oh* but here I go with the scold from sleeping in the couch!! Maybe the nightmare would've not been so bad!!

My Life as a Writer

        I enjoy writing very much, I think it is very fun to share a story of your creation. I just submitted my first writing contest on roaches, I feel pretty confident to win. I wish to write much more in the Language Arts honors class. I want to become a more skilled writer and join future advanced classes. To me this subject is very important, this is my favorite subject in school. In the future I wish to take writing more seriously. I like the class and the people in it very much. Best wishes in writing to you. 

I took off my Halloween costume, washed the paint off my face, put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I was almost asleep when I first heard the sound, someone was knocking on my front door. Knock, Knock, Knock. I was about to open the door, but just then the power went out. The knocking stopped but I knew that if I fell asleep that I might never wake up again from the man knocking on the door. So instead of sleeping I stayed in my living room with a flashlight and my phone. I was wondering why my parents were taking so long to get home. But then, again I heard the knocking on the door. Knock, Knock, Knock. I curled myself into a ball and covered myself with a blanket, the knocking kept getting even louder. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Then, I heard the doorknob trying to be turned. Whoever that was, they seemed really strong, because it sounded like the nails in the knob were breaking! Just then, I had an idea: What if I called the police to tell them there was someone trying to enter my home? I reached over to grab my phone and I dialed 911. "Hello. This is the Police Department what is your emergency?" They said when they picked up the phone. "There is someone trying to break into my house!" I said quickly. "They tried to break the doorknob and they have been knocking for the past half hour!" "We are coming right away! What is your address?" Later there was a knock on the door and they said "Utah Police Department!" I quickly opened the door to see the police and my Mom standing at the door. "The mysterious man knocking at your door was your poor mother." They said. "I've been knocking for the past hour!" My mother said. "It's freezing out there!" "I'm sorry mom, I didn't know it was you." I said. That night I thought of how stupid I was, I sure am glad that wasn't me out there.

Halloween short story

The black cat twitched its tail twice. It hissed. Mare slowly began to back away. She didn't trust this cat. There was a moments pause. Then the cat began to change. Slowly but surely, the cat mutated into Mare's nightmare. The black cat stood up on its hunches, its back beginning to stretch upward. Its black fur melted away into a long black gown, long black hair falling over the pale girls shoulders. Mare's nightmare cat-girl stood up fully. She was a pale girl, almost translucent. Her limp midnight hair almost melded with her black gown. Mare stepped back, but stumbled over a root sticking up out of the ground. Mare cried out as she fell on her backside. The thin ghost-like girl stepped forward, her hair falling from her face. What Mare saw made her want to scream, but she found she had no voice. The girl's eyes were blood red with tiny pupils. Her cheeks were thin and bony, the cheekbones jutting out of her skin. Mare stumbled to her feet. "I've come for you..." the bone-thin figure said in a hollow voice. Then the nightmare girl rushed towards her. Mare turned and ran, screaming as she went. Mare ran for what felt like hours, though it was only about two minutes. As Mare was about to turn the corner, she rammed into a tall figure. "AAA!!!" She shrieked stumbling back. "AAA!!!" cried the slim figure she had run into. "Mare?" said the person. They stepped out of the shadows, and Mare could clearly see the curly red hair and freckled face of Harold Kowalowitz. It was only Harold. Mare looked behind her to see if the nightmare girl was following her. But there was nothing but the darkness of the street behind her.


I am hoping to use this in one of my stories, so please let me know what you think.

OCTOBER BLOG ASSIGNMENT, DUE ON OCTOBER 29TH!!

Time to have some fun writing and flex your creative writing muscles!Your assignment is to write a short story based on one of these story starters. Be creative and have fun. Remember to comment on 3 writer's pieces that you have NOT commented on before. Happy Halloween!


Your choice of story starters...

"What is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then I saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple liquid 

I took off my Halloween costume, washed the paint off my face, put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I was almost asleep when I first heard the sound ...

The black cat twitched its tail twice. It hissed. Then ...

Everybody said the old Bosworth mansion was haunted ...

My brother and I were walking through the woods one Halloween day when we saw what appeared to be a short-cut. "Let's go that way," my brother said ...

"There," said my Dad, as he handed me our jack-o-lantern. "Just set it on the porch." ...

Ugh. I think I've eaten too much Halloween candy ...

Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound came from inside the closet. Quietly, I crept toward the door ...
I was stuck at home all by myself. It was Halloween night, but Mom had said that I was too old for trick-or-treating. ...

My Life As A Writer

My life as a writer is pretty important.My whole life Writing has been there.I don't know why but when ever I had to say something i couldn't say in person i just always wrote it down.Then as I got older I started to understand more about writing and enjoyed it.When I started rapping of course i needed to know how to write so I knew it would come in handy sooner or later.

My Life As a Writer

when I in fifth grade my writing wasn't nearly as good as now and I also, was still learning English so that was difficult but, still I tried to do my best when writing even though I didn't understand a thing about it. I remember that when my mom went to talk to my teacher in fifth grade, he told my mom that I was writing in Spanish/English that means I put some words in English and the one's that I didn't know put them in Spanish I was so embarrassed but, When last year my teacher from English that I was good at writing I was impressed of myself because I didn't believe it since then I believe that I had improved my writing skills as well for my English had improved and I know that all the people that help me at speaking, and improving my writing would be really proud of me and themselves to.