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Write a funny/scary/entertaining story, at least 3 paragraphs!

User Jared Joke
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Scary-

I was picking berries in the forest. When I heard a growl and a low hiss! I turned to look! "Hello is anybody here with me?" I called out! Then nothing but silence touched me. I started to walk around the forest. Most of the time the forest was a lovely place! But today seemed off. There were no birds chirping, no squirrels were running up and down on the trees, and most of all the trees did not sway they're gentle sway!

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain run through my back. I screamed and screeched as I tried to get away! The beast was horrific with its red beady eyes and its humongous wings! And I will never forget the big scar that went right over the black scaly creature!I screech one long screech and then jump up. I look around me.

There was nothing but my room. I seen nothing but an open window, my stuff animals, and my desk. I look at the window and think... *I never opened my window!* I try to go back to sleep... but I can't. So I walk down stairs to get a glass of water. When I get a glass a cold damp hand touches my shoulder! I scream one shrilling scream and drops the glass! I turn to see

MY BROTHER! He removes his hand to cover his ears! "I am so sorry!" I whisper shout! He glares at me. "How did Momma and Dad not hear you??!!" He says to me. I shrug my shoulders. "Why did you scream so loud or at all!?" he asks me while rubbing his ears. Well you see I had a nightmare that seemed so real!" I exclaimed. "Weird" He exclaimed in shock and confusion "Cause I did too!" We stare at each other bluntly for a few minutes then we tell each other goodnight. When I get to my room the window is shut!...

I stare at it for a few minutes and then I felt a hot breathe on the back of my neck! I turn and then... BLACKNESS!!

Hope this helps! Sorry if it was very long I just love to write stories!!

User Zia Yamin
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I run away from the grey building. The mixture of colors from each of the unique pieces graffiti remains in my mind. II shake my head, trying to get rid of the images.

"I don't need these memories anymore." I say, trying to convince myself, "it's all in the past now." I continue walking, fighting the urge to look back. I will never forgive my father. All he could ever think of was himself. I bet he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. My nose scrunches up in anger. I ball up my fists. My nails press further and further into my palms. My clench my teeth together, pushing down harder and harder.

A dog runs across the street. I immediately forget my anger. I follow the mutt, noticing the dark black mud on it's caramel brown fur. I don't see a collar. We end up in an ally. No exits. The dog is trapped. I take a step back as it flashes it's yellow teeth. The dog lets out a low growl. He then takes a step back. His tail is in the air going side to side. His ears are perked up.

Once again, I run away.

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