Since my story will be basically a movie (in the form of an extended trailer), the actual amount of writing is minimalistic in order to present a more visual format. I am also still working on the full story, but here’s what I have:<\/p>\n
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ESCAPE \u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n By Sara Webber<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Setting down the last box and collapsing with a heavy sigh, Emma was relieved to finally be done. \u201cTook you long enough,\u201d Ryan said with a smirk. Emma just shook her head, too tired to come up with a witty reply. \u201cWhat did you wanna do for supper?\u201d \u201cI dunno,\u201d she replied, \u201cmaybe we could just get a pizza.\u201d \u201cOkay!\u201d Ryan was always in the mood for pizza, so there was no arguing that suggestion.<\/p>\n Lying in bed, they were both hoping this was the place. The fresh start they needed. \u201cYou made sure the plumber was thorough?\u201d Emma asked. \u201cYes, he checked.\u201d \u201cAnd the seals were good, no duct tape or anything like that?\u201d Ryan chuckled, \u201cNo duct tape. Just solid pipes that won\u2019t burst like the other ones.\u201d She hugged him tighter and exhaled. \u201cSo, we\u2019re good right?\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re good babe,\u201d he said kissing her forehead.<\/p>\n After a couple of days, everything was unpacked and in its proper place. Ryan and Emma sat side by side on their new couch watching TV, like they always do. Emma played with his hand unknowingly while she watched, but complained when he let go to get a Gatorade. \u00a0He made a silly face at her, which made her laugh and instantly forget she was ever mad. \u201cOh, my mom asked what we were doing for our anniversary,\u201d Ryan said as he chugged the rest of his drink. \u201cAnd what did you tell her?\u201d \u201cI said \u2018I don\u2019t know\u2019\u2026What did you wanna<\/i> do?\u201d \u201cWe could go to Murphy\u2019s Law and get some drinks,\u201d Emma suggested. \u201cAnd just break our tradition of going to Olive Garden every anniversary for the past 5 years?\u201d \u201cWell, if that\u2019s what you wanted to do, then why didn\u2019t you just say that?\u201d she grinned. Ryan didn\u2019t respond, he simply shook his head and sat down next to her. \u201cOlive Garden it is then,\u201d she said snuggling up to him again.<\/p>\n She felt like someone was watching her. Turning around, she saw a hooded figure behind the tree in the backyard. Her eyes narrowed as she realized this man, or person, or thing had been staring at her for God knows how long. She got chills and goose bumps began to appear on her arms. Emma knew she needed to get away or else she was going to get hurt. She tried to move but her legs wouldn\u2019t let her. They felt like jelly underneath her. Her glance darted around the yard, looking for something, anything. Someone to help her maybe. She felt terrified and began to panic. The figure had her locked in its sights. If she didn\u2019t move now, it was going to get her. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed for a solution. As Emma opened her eyes, she realized she was at the grocery store. Her mom was picking out stuffing. Comparing brands and prices and ingredients. Carefully selecting as she always does. She asked Emma if she could go back and grab a lime from the produce section. \u201cMake sure it\u2019s firm,\u201d she called as Emma walked away. Not really familiar with the store, Emma tried to find her way back to the produce. She simply tried to recall the path they took to get where they were. \u00a0After what seemed like an hour of searching, she finally spotted the sign for limes. \u201cSale, 2 for $1\u201d As she went to reach for the lime, she realized she had been away from her mom for a while, probably longer than she should have been. Grabbing the fruit, she began to quickly tread around the grocery store. Her mom was nowhere in sight. Emma went up and down every aisle, searching and searching, but to no avail. She began to panic and felt like everything was a blur. She ran outside in hopes to catch her mom waiting by the car, but the car was nowhere in sight. Her eyes started to fill with tears and her face drooped even more than when she found out her grandfather had cancer. She felt hopeless and desperate. As she wiped a tear from her eye, she looked up and recognized the person getting in their car across from her. It was her 5th<\/sup> grade teacher, Miss LaChance. Without a second thought, Emma ran over to her blurting out the details of what just happened and pleaded for help. Miss LaChance politely agreed and grabbed her hand. As they walked back into the store, Emma felt her hand slip out of grasp. As she turned her head to grab it again, she observed the floor was wooden now\u2026and wet? She glanced up and saw a shoreline. It was covered with dense amounts of oak and pine trees and had dark sand, almost like mud. A shoreline that was getting further and further away. Emma was floating on a wooden raft out to sea and she couldn\u2019t do a thing to stop it. She saw someone standing on the shore, but couldn\u2019t quite make out who it was. She was sure she knew them, but\u2026who was it? It didn\u2019t matter anymore. She screamed out for help and waved her hands above her head to get their attention. But, they didn\u2019t notice her. Despite her pleas increasing in volume until her throat hurt, they didn\u2019t seem to hear her. Emma\u2019s hand fell down slightly and she reached it out towards the shore whispering \u201chelp.\u201d<\/p>\n A deep rush of air filled Emma\u2019s lungs as she violently sat up in bed. She was drenched in sweat. Trying to catch her breath, she looked over at Ryan, who was fast asleep. It was all a dream. A terrifyingly real dream. She knew she would never get back to sleep now, so she got up to get a drink of water. After filling and consuming two glasses, she sat back down on the bed and put her hand on Ryan\u2019s. Even asleep he was still able to calm her. Taking another deep breath, she lightly squeezed his hand, then slipped away to the living room. Flicking on the TV, an episode of Friends began to play, which instantly made her smile. She began to relax again and forget about the dream.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n<\/div>\n (Sorry for the change in point of view, this part is from my sample story)<\/em><\/p>\n I remembered I needed to flip my grilled cheese sandwich over at the same time I heard Ryan answer his phone. It was my Aunt Lynn calling back. He put her on speakerphone as I began to leave the back bedroom in our apartment. The kitchen was at the end of the hall, so I dawdled a bit to hear some of their conversation. \u201cDescribe what happened again,\u201d she said. Ryan began to retell the details of what happened over the past couple of days in our apartment and how it has escalated to the current situation. I flipped my grilled cheese over and made sure I had a plate ready for when it was done. I wandered back into the far bedroom and sat on the floor\u2026away from the bed. I heard my aunt say, \u201cYaa\u2026that definitely sounds like you have a spirit.\u201d I was afraid she would say that, but I figured it was the case. I always like to check with her though because she knows what she is talking about.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cSo, what do we do now?\u201d he asked in a heavy, sighing voice. Before I listened for the answer, I thought it would be a good idea to test out that spot on the bed, just to see if it was really true. Even though I figured it was, I thought \u201cwhat\u2019s the worst that could happen?\u201d I quickly found my answer. As I leaped toward the edge of the bed where we thought the spirit had taken over, I felt a strong force take over. My body tensed as I floated above the bed, right where the spirit was. Suddenly, I was upright, my feet pointed toward the ground (and the edge of the bed), but I was still in the air. I shouldn\u2019t have done that, I thought. Ryan was staring at me wide-eyed. My breathing got faster and I started to panic. What have I done? Why did I do that? How do I get down? I knew it was mad at me for testing it. My chest started to get heavier and my muscles got tighter and tighter. My breathing was now very rapid and it\u2019s all I could hear. It was like the rest of the world had gone silent. I closed my eyes. I had to think of a way out. I have to calm down. I can\u2019t let it know that I\u2019m panicking. I tried to slow my breathing, slowly inhaling and slowly exhaling. I was taking very deep breaths in hopes that it would think I was calm and it could let me go. I apologized over and over for testing its existence. With my eyes still closed, I began praying for it to let me go, but its grip only got tighter. I think it wanted me to be scared of it. My breathing got faster again, I couldn\u2019t help it, I was scared for my life, like any moment it could just as easily throw me against the wall. I made eye contact with Ryan again after what felt like an eternity. I couldn\u2019t speak, but begged him for help, hoping he could hear the screaming in my head. He appeared as frozen as I was. Instead of asking for help, I desperately apologized over and over again, asking it to let me go. The soft comforter on the bed enveloped me like a cocoon. I realized that just as quickly as I had been lifted into the air, I was back on the bed in one piece. I scrambled into the corner with chills still down my spine. Pulling my knees to my chest, I stared at the floor, unable to speak. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my body tensed again. I looked over to see the familiar ragged tips of Ryan\u2019s fingers.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Since my story will be basically a movie (in the form of an extended trailer), the actual amount of writing is minimalistic in order to present a more visual format. 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