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Her dad doesn't know that she ran away, and probably wouldn't go looking for her Also, it could or could not be the cat

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As the hooded figure crept closer, she felt around the floor for a loose board...and found one. She ripped it out of the floor and threw it at the figure. The figure doubled-back, stunned. She ran for the door, and this time, it opened. As she ran down the old spiral staircase, she heard the creature howling. When she had reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned and ran down a dark hallway, hoping to find a suitable room. She chose one room with a king sized bed and red velvet curtains. She sat on a chair close to the fire place. "Meow" purred talilah, clearly wanting attention. "Just hold on a minute, and stay quiet. Don't you see we are being chased by a-" Ronnie stopped dead. The howling had stopped. She went to the hallway, and saw....nothing. She wondered out of the hallway, confused. As Ronnie looked up at the staircase she saw a black cloak, the exact one that the creature had been wearing. She slowly started up the steps, this time taking a small knife that she had found in the mansion's kitchen; along with the dagger her mother had given her.....she snapped back to reality. Her mother was gone. All she had was her stupid stepdad, who didn't care if she lived or died and probably hadn't even noticed that she had been gone for two weeks. She was upstairs now, expecting for something, anything to jump out at her. She heard a scuttle on the floorboards to her left. She didn't move, holding her breath. She held the knife, anticipating, and ready to attack. Once Ronnie heard another scuttle, she jumped into action, whirled around and-

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She looked into the old, rickety mirror, wondering why. Why was she the only one who could see them? One old woman came from the other side of the mirror and whispered, "you are the chosen one" and left; back into the depths of the mirror. Another, except a young boy, this time came and said, "you are the only one that can save us...please...." But she sat in her chair, facing the mirror, not afraid of these dead spirits that she saw everyday. "Normal people would be afraid....wouldn't they, talilah?" Ronnie asked her tabby cat. "Meow" replied the cat, and hobbled away on her three feet. Ronnie faced the mirror again and this time she spotted something strange...there were a group of demented-looking creatures coming toward her, weirder and scarier than the decaying dead souls that came to her. They slowly looked at her and came closer....and closer...They had never gotten this close before....she got up and slowly backed up, eyes locked on the mirror.....until-

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She woke up one day and realized the world was dying. Where would the world go? She wondered how they would get along with the death of earth. Who would survive in space and soon face certain death. Would the universe fall apart? What would the moon do? How lonely will the neighboring planets be? I know your thinking 'planets don't have feelings'. But if they did. This would be scary. Maybe we will die before the end of the earth. Maybe we will be faced to the survival of a massive explosion. Who would you say goodbye to first? Who would be the longest goodbye? Would the earth finally come together? Or will everyone go mad? The answer is uncertain because we can not predict the future. So whether we are alive or dead you must realize that the earth is already dying. And that we too are busy dying.

But what if there was a story of sadness and happiness. A girl and her brother facing Dooms day and what all the most gracious did for the world. The lord will have come again by this point. What would he have done for the world? -🌙 Add a 👤 if wanting a story about Dooms day(s) about a girl and her brother. No bad words plz🔑 Af- as fudge. Wow...real difference🔑 Fudge isn't scary🔑

Chapter 1 I walked into the restaurant, my nose awakened by the sensation of different smells. My stomach agreed that it was time for lunch. A server found me a table. I found a menu that was placed at my seat. I found the sandwich section when the light above me started flickering. My waitress greeted me without looking up from her notebook, simultaneously clicking her ballpoint pen (the one that makes a squeaky noise when you write with it). "So what do ya want?" Her southern accent tested my nerves. "For drink I'll have a pink lemona-" She looked up at me, her icy grey eyes stared at me. Her face quickly twisted into a panicked look, her eyes bugged out, and brow curved. "No, no, no, no......." The lady interrupted me and pulled me out my wobbly chair. I jerked my arm back and resisted. She fought back and kept tugging on me, her claws digging into my skin. "What are you doing?! Stop! Let me go! I just wanted lemonade!" Fear knocked at my ribs as she titled her head and gave me no choice but to follow her. She lead me into the staff kitchen when everyone dropped their doings and started at me, looking as if I was the last person on earth to order a pink lemonade. "It's...her..." a worker gulped. "It doesn't look like she knows." Another whispered to the grey eyed waitress. "We have to tell her." A Hispanic accent sounded from the crowd that was now circled around me. "Tell me what!!!!" I shouted, my tangly strawberry blonde hair now covered my sun kissed face. The waitresses lips started to form into words that I couldn't make out until my ears stopped worrying when I heard, "You are the one. The one who has two days to live." Chapter 2 "WHAT?" I reacted with fire burning in my eyes. "Well unless..." "Unless what?!" "Ive said to much already..." she countered. "Please finish your sentences- you never say enough!" I begged for clarification. My heart was pounding I could hear it through my stomach. She cleared her throat and blinked her dark, long, curled eyelashes. "There are two chosen ones. You find the other one and I'll tell you more." She coughed as she scratched a number on a pad of crinkly paper. "That's seriously all the information you're giving me?" My tone started to flex from worry to frustration. "I don't have a choice. He told me not to." She replied, shaking her head as if shaking lose a bad memory. "Who's he?" "Go. Now." She ordered me. "Wait but i don't even know your name, how will I confirm that his number is you?" "Right. Sorry." She scratched down a name that appeared to be Hallie. "Don't you wanna know my name?" I continued the conversation, trying to buy time. "No. I know too much about you already, Sapphire." I paused and looked up at her with a confused look. "H...h.....how do you know so.... m....much about me?" "You are the chosen one, remember." Hallie grabbed a styrofoam cup and filled it with a pink drink from the fountain machine. "Here's that lemonade of yours kid. Make it last." "What's that supposed to mean?" I mumbled, expecting to not get an answer. "You'll see. Now go." Next thing I knew I was on a squishy couch at a library. I had no previous memories of how I got there or why, but a face greeted me when I blinked. Chapter 3 "Excuse me ma'am, but the library is closing in five moments." The badge on his shirt read Charles. I shot my body upward, my back cracking from lack of movement. "What time is it?" I yawned. "Half past seven." Charles's dark complexion reminded me of the time. How was I sleeping that long? How did I get here? Who is the other chosen one? Where will I find him or her? His stare assured me it was time for me to leave. When I left the tall building I remembered that I don't live with a family. I don't have a place to call home. How could someone like me be chosen? I don't know who my parents are or why they gave me away. Did they give me away because they knew I was a chosen one? Did they know I would only have so long to live until I die? Did they want to escape the despair? Shoot. I forgot. I have two days to live. Unless... I find the other chosen one?

Chapter 4 I went back to the orphanage I call the orphanage. I've never called it home. I don't now. I never will. The cool air wrapped around me as I opened the glass door. I usually sigh in relief but I'm in a bad mood. I go to the girls room and find my bed next to the window. You could tell it's mine by the blue bed spread that stuck out of thirty nine pink ones. But I'm glad because frankly, I hate pink. But they seriously didn't have enough girl bed spreads for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to be here, at least that's what I'm told. The other kids are nice, but there's no other girl here my age. My counselor says my age is a tough age. Usually sixteen year olds are portrayed as bubbly teenagers who have a huge sweet sixteen. But now since in two days I turn sixteen, it is also the day of my deadline. My deadline for life. Sounds sweet right? I couldn't take the pressure anymore. I reached out my bruised arm and took out my temporary flip phone. I dialed the number from the piece of paper. Chapter 5 "Hello?" The same southern accent rang through the tiny, old phone. I looked for the right words, but sometimes they cannot be found. "Is this Hallie?" I tried to keep my voice steady. "Yes. What do you need sapphire?" She answered, almost in a hurry. "I need more information. You can't just expect me to just find one person out of the whole entire world in less than two days." I explained while my dry mouth begged me to stop. "I knew this was going to happen." Hallie paused for a moment. "Okay....and....?" I waited for her to continue, passing the floor. "Fine, I guess you have a point. You might need a piece of paper and a pen." I scrambled to find a torn note pad and a chewed up pencil, eww. "Alright then. So the person you are looking for is found in New York City. His name is Jonathan and is of seventeen years of age. He lives in a penthouse with his stepmother and stepbrother and stepsister." "What happened to his father?" "His wife died in a car wreck and remarried. After his fourth second birthday he had a stroke. His son was left with his stepfamily." Hallies voice was shaky. I could tell she had probably been close with Jonathan or his family or something. "How do you know so much about them?" I wanted to prove my theory. "Same reason I know so much about you. I have to know a lot about all of your kind." Oh... "My kind? What kind am I?" I felt a bit offended for some reason. It was like I was some kind of diseased creature that everyone felt sorry for. "When you get to New York and meet up with Jonathan then you'll see." Why did I never fully understand her responses? I sighed and cleared my throat. "So you mean there's more than two of the 'chosen ones'?" "I'll tell you more tomorrow at the airport." "The airport?" My tone now reached anxiety level. "Yes... hurry! Pack your bags we have to go to New York!" Hallie almost expected me to know about our spur of the moment flight. "Right now?!" I looked at my watch. It read eight thirty six. "But what will the orphanage sa-" "I'll take care of it, sapphire." Hallie sounded in control again, which made me feel relieved, because I was still nervous. "You know, usually people call me Saphie, like Sophie, but Saphie." I didn't really like it when people used my real name. "That's nice, but we have to hurry. I'll meet you in ten minutes." She hung up before I could say anything else. I ducked under my bed and got out my pre prepared suit case. I added a few things like my phone charger, a pack of bubble gum, my stuffed giraffe who I can't live a day without, I know, it's pathetic, but it's kinda pathetic that if I don't find this kid then I'll die in two days, right? Who even decided that me, out of like everyone, that I'm chosen. Why me? I don't have any good qualities or cool talents. I'm just like any kid my age. Wait but isn't Jonathan around my age? Does that mean all of them are my age? How many are there? And how does Hallie know all about us? Oh wait... I have to go to New York! On an airplane! Did I mention I am germaphobic? Chapter 6 (Will be continued here sometime) "Please take off you're shoes and place them in the plastic bin." A lady's monotone voice instructed me as I ripped off my mud covered sneakers. I smirked as she gagged at the sight and smell of them, but mostly the smell. She gave me a look almost as dirty as my shoes. What? You can't expect me to have feet that smell like perfume if I constantly ride bikes and skateboards and play football and soccer and basketball with the other kids at the orphanage. -🐷 Any comments? More. Now.💜

i guess ill continue Wilbur's story: Wilbur, as you know, was the leader of the caticorn clan. He wakes up to the sound of police sirens, and many shouts ordering to "put them in the cage already." The FBI have found their hideout in the sky! Wilbur and his clan has done something again, but none of them knew what. They got away with many things; like assasinating Trump and robbing the Queen of England, but there were no witnesses! "We got em!" A man interuppted Wilbur's thoughts. They were taken away by the flying ship to FBI HQ. At least, that is what Wilbur thought.

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Chapter One "C'mon, mijo, just give it a try. It'll be fun." "No, Mom," Francis shook his head firmly, in a gesture that he hoped would convince her to leave him alone. "It will not be fun and I am not going." Francis's mother bit her lip and looked at him sadly, "It's what your father would have wanted." Francis clenched his teeth. "I told you before to leave my father out of this." "Oh, but I just know he would have wanted you to go, he was always so-." "No," Francis said again, raising his voice. He did not like to take this tone with his mother, but some days it felt like he had no choice, "I'm going for a walk." He pushed past his mother's small frame and into the home's small entryway. The screen door swung shut with a loud, prolonged squeak, and Francis's mother sighed. "I'm trying, Antonio," she whispered into the empty space in front of her, her eyes distant and her face weary, "Sometimes I wonder if trying isn't enough." Chapter Two A few houses down and across the street, Francis found Aubrey, waiting for him on the curb at the corner of the block. They said nothing as they walked, passing rickety house after rickety house. Finally, they came to the place where the street and the houses ended. There was a small area of nearly-dead grass, a rusty swingset, and a wooden fence before the land gave way into wilderness and trees. Aubrey pulled herself onto the swing. She looked up at Francis, and a smile danced on her face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Mr. Delacruz?" she asked, in the fanciest voice she could come up with. "I'm not sure it can be called a pleasure, Ms. Sutherland," Francis said, trying and failing to imitate Aubrey's tone. Her expression sombered, and she gestured for Francis to sit in the swing to her left. He did, and she watched him concernedly while he stared at the ground. "What's wrong?" "It's my mom again. I don't... I don't wanna talk about it, if that's okay," Francis kicked the dirt beneath the swing with his worn sneaker. "Of course," Aubrey said. She sat with a thoughtful expression for a few moments, before hoisting herself up so she was standing on the swing. "Thanks," Francis mumbled. "Hmm," Aubrey responded after a while, clearly distracted. "Listen." "What?" "Just listen." "Okay," and for a few moments Francis listened. He hear the chir

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Once upon a time there was a leaf. The leaf was named Jamaica. Jamaica wanted to get married to another leaf named Helado, but Helado did not love Jamaica or want to marry him. Jamaica did not love Helado either, but he wanted to marry her because she was rich. Jamaica decided that maybe if he was richer Helado would love him, or at least want to marry him. So he decided to get rich. But he didn't know how. Jamaica had a brilliant idea, and ran to tell Helado. But just as he was about to reach her, she got ran over by a car and died. Jamaica got rich anyway and married Helato's younger sister, Gelato. The end. (P.S. remember that they are all leaves)

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They stopped, looking confused. Ronnie put a hand over her heart, to make it stop beating a million times a second. They weren't going to come out. That was impossible, numerous spirits have already tried with no avail. She turned around, positive the spirits had gone, and headed for the door. THUMP. She whirled around, and screamed. There, standing before her, was one of the multiple creatures she had seen through the mirror. Ronnie screamed once again, and tried to open the room's door. It was STUCK. She frantically whirled around looking for something to protect herself with as the black, billowing creature crawled slowly toward her. As her lonesome life flashed before her eyes....she realized that there was still something that was worth living for.....

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Ima tell one myself then: there was a pig named wilbur. Wilbur wanted to be a cat. So he dressed up as one. He was walking down the street looking for an owner when SUDDENLY- there was an alleyway with cats. Wilbur decided to join the cats. The cats knew that Wilbur was actually a pig, so they just made Wilbur work for them. As he worked for the cats and adopted the cat lifestyle, he was slowly turning into a cat. The cats noticed this and decided to make Wilbur their leader because he looked like the ultimate cat. Wilbur decided to make the group of cats a gang, so he could bathe in money. They were all walking down the street when a clan of caticorns (cat-unicorn hybrids) flew in. Wilbur decided to join the clan of caticorns, and flew off into space and time and became the best pig-cat-unicorn animal thing that he could be. THE END

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There are many people in the world. I was one of them. I looked around my town, seeing and observing the different types of people. From an old lady who only wears pink, to a little boy with a lollipop. (It's really called a sucker, but mama don't let me say that 'cause it be mean) Anyways, I was sittin' on my porch waitin' for school to let out cause my friend Judy was in thar, learnin' like one of them smart and rich folk. Ya see, judy's family won the biggest pig contest and got $600! So thar family decided to send her to school with the richies. The richies were straight up mean! thay often bully us inta thinkin' we were nothin' but farmer's daughters. But nah. We weren't gonna get bullied no more. 'Cause that day....they picked on my little brother, Joe.

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I looked out my window, and watched the autumn leaves flutter to the ground. I sat there for hours, watching them wither and die on my concrete driveway. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized that just like the leaves, I would someday wither and die too. My silent tears soon turned to hysterical sobbing, but no one could hear me. I was all alone in an abandoned house, one that used to be mine. It was 15 years ago, but I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was winter of 1953 and and ice covered the Massachusetts plate on my Chevrolet. The wife and kids were in bed while I was daydreaming in my fire lit living room, as I often did. I forgot to put a screen on my fireplace and soon enough a log rolled out. The carpet was engulfed by flames and soon my living room was burning. Being the selfish nobody I was back then, I thought not of my wife and children, but only of myself. I fled the old Victorian house as my family's screams of anguish radiated among the embers. Everything. All that I knew and loved. It was gone.

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Ok I'm thinking of something REALLY scary but idk all the details quite yet😬

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Once upon a time in the slums of Detroit there was a certain gang known as The Doodles. They were the most savage gang in the hood and when they weren't high out of their minds they would have rap battles with alley cats. The cats would always win. One day, Doodle Kabloodle, the leader of the gang, decided that he would challenge Fluffy the Hood Cat to a Drake vs Meek Mills style rap battle. He took a good luck injection of his favorite drug- Vanilla McFlurry. He walked up to Fluffy with a Pixie Stick in his pocket and started rapping "Car Radio" while simultaneously beating his Pixie Stick into a nearby dumpster. Fluffy seemed impressed, and very drunk on a catnip shot he took earlier. All of a sudden, Bill Gates comes strutting down the alleyway complaining about how his executive ruined Microsoft forever. He challenges both Doodle Kabloodle and Fluffy the Cat to a rap battle. He begins his fire diss track by singing "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" in a Nicolas Cage voice. Doodle Kabloodle and Fluffy were both so impressed that had cardiac arrest and slipped into comatose. The End

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Should I tell a scary one next? I've already done a funny one and a depressing one

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AND IT WAS... HER CAT AND SHE ALMOST STABBED HER CAT... MEANIE SHE A CAT ABUSER (it could also be her dad, but i really think its the cat)

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