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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If there is no man, then who is that man? I rise out of my grave with my heart on my actual sleeve. My congregation of family members can't believe it: they look at me like an inhuman marvel of science, like a jackrabbit transfigured before their eyes. My mom shrieked and leapt away. My father petrified. My grandmama, bless her heart, fell back into her wheelchair with the rest of the clan gathered around her worried for her sake. I stood there contently, unmoving, just looking. I had no fear about me. I was bemused. I stood on my hospital bed, not blinking, not moving, I just stood. My mother shrieked, my father reeled, and my grandmama, bless her heart, passed out. I was covered in dirt, awake from my coma.
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