Friday, November 23, 2012

November 23, 2012

        Anna clutched her father's knife in her hand as she laid on the cold tiled floor. Her stomache ached with hunger and the wind blew through her rags. Her brother had left an hour ago but still hadn't come back. Right after he had left she heard a creaking noise coming from the basement. She had ran upstairs to the left tower on the right side of the left castle that's next to the right beach. The creaking had become louder over time. That's why she took her father's knife from his bedside table to fend for herself. It was right in front of the door....creak, creak, creak.................................... 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

New

Hi! Each week I will be posting a short story or continue one from last week. I will be posting them on every Friday. I really hope everyone likes my stories and feel free to check out my other blog: http://partyplanningidea.blogspot.com/