The old black door

The stories told of an old black door
scary stories, right to the core
of a crazy man who went in
but now he's in a metal tin.

The door has been shut for twenty years
no reminders but their tears
they say you can still hear his screams
especially in your dreams.

The boy was just a juvenile
not thinking that his mission was suicidal
he ignored the warnings
as well as the people in mourning.

He opened the door
wiping away the gore
changing the past
thinking he would last.

Down the dark black hall
slowly he was reduced to a crawl
but then down came the knife
ending his life.

The stories told of an old black door
scary stories, right to the core
of a crazy boy who went in
but now he's in a metal tin.

The door has been shut for twenty years
no reminders but their tears
but just you remember
you only have one life don't waste it.

Hell

The fire that burned so bright awoke me from my slumber. The flames burned through the basement alighting all the bodies that had too been drugged and pulled into this once dark and dingy room now becoming the fiery depths of hell that had been described to us in vivid detail through out our miserable life's. Now it was real. Our hell.

My series

Would you continue to read this? This is the opening paragraph of a series I'm writing and I'm wondering if it would be read if I tried to get it published.

She ran. She ran from the shadow that seemed to be always in front of her. No matter what. No matter what she did. Turning left and right. Trying to lose the shadow, but how can you lose the thing that you can't see? As she stumbled into a deserted graveyard the moon casted a reflection over the graves. She jumped. Missing a grave by an inch but then cut off by the shadow. Turning again and running in another direction to then fall in front of a grave. She stared at it. Not believing what she saw. The grave read 'RIP Sabastian Cedric Dallin son of Cedric Dallin Born 14th June 1856 Died 24th October 1874'. She screamed. "So you've found my grave."

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Survivor writen by Abbie White

There stood a girl in the middle of the oncoming crowd. Surrounding her. Edging closer and closer. She didn’t move; her hands by her sides. An unexpected wind gushed around them. It didn’t stop the crowd, now they could be seen wielding swords, spears and trinkets. The girl was still perfectly still as her eyes glanced left and right as she took in her dangerous situation. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“My name is Emiko and I’m a survivor” I whispered my eyes still closed. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. My muscles screaming at me to run. Get away from the approaching creatures. These were the things that wrecked my life snatching away everything I loved. “I can do this” I thought to myself then I was hit with the past.

 To be continued...

 

This should be getting published soon and when it does I'll post the rest of the story.