The room was eerily quiet. Flood boards creaking, winds whistling, clocks ticking through the air like it had been all October. Allison sat alone in the corner of the moonlight room, long raven hair illuminated as it shadowed, mirroring her fears. It had been a long month, and it wasn't getting any shorter
Tick-tock, the clock grew louder. She thought of the figures that towered her into insanity. Tick-tock She tried to forget them as she slowly lost her mind. Tick-tock By: Kate Moou - 10th grade
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Madeline PowersI am a NC sophomore, with a passion for writing and photography. I plan to study at NYU and get a degree in journalism. I hope to one day become a travel journalist. Archives
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