This is the first short story that I created in almost four years. In that time, my poetry has being outgrowing the amount of my stories. The real-time tale that inspired the story is quite amusing. Whereas the moment after that event, I began writing the first two pages. This story is unlike any other that I wrote. Since age ten I’ve been reading classical literature and I’ve decided to put this in an elder form of English, and I’m only seventeen. This story is my groundbreaking one, a horror/suspense short story, unlike any of my mystery ones. But truly, if anyone thinks of it, all genres are interconnected into mystery. I hope the reader enjoys, for as all that I’ve shown are amazed at how well it is written. It is copyrighted so no stealing. Even though that it may look REALLY long, it is only fourteen pages long. I also did the cover art which took me just about three hours to entirely. Comments are greatly taken.
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The second night of my dreams was when they slowly began to turn to nightmares. In specifics, Judge Miller was a lawyer and a brilliant one at that. He studied everything and when he wasn’t at law, he was buried in his books.
The intruders, who were their guests, killed them all in a very gruesome way. His son tried to defend the house but he was crucified at the top of the grand staircase. When he died, my eyes opened once more.
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Olphie was at my bedside once more. Although on this occasion, I decided to take Judge Miller’s advice; I asked her for a glass of milk to start my day, cold milk is all I asked for. She returned in less then two minutes with a glass of milk. I thanked her for the milk and walked out of my room as she then offered to make my bed, which I accepted.
I noticed that them ilk was delicious that I needed some more. So I rang out:
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