tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post661958129314074307..comments2024-03-27T10:02:56.747-04:00Comments on Fiction University: Writing Prompt: The Chain Story: The Tale of the HouseJanice Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-25186222288356472442018-11-30T04:33:20.544-05:002018-11-30T04:33:20.544-05:00As i stood frozen in anticipation of what was behi...As i stood frozen in anticipation of what was behind those glowing eyes,the creature vanished without a sound. i began to wonder if id only imagined it. i quickly turned and headed back up the stairs into the main house. just as i stepped into the dinning room and past the threshold a chilling draft slammed the door closed behind me.Malee woodardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16805096128617310800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-83119638302194573102018-11-04T12:51:11.819-05:002018-11-04T12:51:11.819-05:00Each creak had character to it & every echo sp...Each creak had character to it & every echo spoke of conversation past & present. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17390559625760461237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-38338330505643136272018-10-20T13:41:18.289-04:002018-10-20T13:41:18.289-04:00but today it didn't appear , children cluttere...but today it didn't appear , children cluttered there as usual. But this incident was as uncommon as a superstitious scientist . This is bolstered by two facts ...the very punctual shyam dada who with his white bus with splashes of irremovable paint .they tell he will enbark his presence even when the town would conquered by some lions .the other reason is the simplest one that it was no holiday that day . Then milkman who lives in the periphery of town ...the same place where shyam dada would reside .but he not only brought his German cow but a newsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10078415324890538858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-9067685748542291692018-04-04T09:24:45.367-04:002018-04-04T09:24:45.367-04:00I was in the basement when I saw it's eyes glo...I was in the basement when I saw it's eyes glowing in the dark. I knew what the jinn was after.Amcii Cullumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07734472141902197940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-43020434790703847202018-04-02T22:09:23.960-04:002018-04-02T22:09:23.960-04:00By the time I finally heard it, it was almost too ...By the time I finally heard it, it was almost too late.Julia Gandrud (aka JuliaLikesFrogs)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09599474074805067799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-65744685375812335222018-04-01T13:53:49.162-04:002018-04-01T13:53:49.162-04:00You could hear the sigh of the wind through the cr...You could hear the sigh of the wind through the cracks of the windows, now void and binkless. "I miss them", it would say, "will they return?". You could as well feel the soft thuds on the door when it tried to move, if only a little, for it did not exactly fit in the frame. Someone had opened it too many times that night long ago, to peer outside. And someone else had finally banged it close, making it shiver on its hinges. <br />You could hear the empty space inside as well... Not too empty, maybe, for a lot of the furniture stayed in yet, eating the sound as it came. You could hear also your own steps on the stairs, like an echo of some other feet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-88581379688615132542018-04-01T13:15:08.658-04:002018-04-01T13:15:08.658-04:00The bus used to stop here to collect the children....The bus used to stop here to collect the children.Ollamhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00597336770218598087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-31909701706207758182018-04-01T11:15:35.079-04:002018-04-01T11:15:35.079-04:00What it said broke my heart.What it said broke my heart.Laurie Michttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06748255683738793490noreply@blogger.com