English III C103

 Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a little girl named Eliza. She was a solitary child, often seen playing alone in her backyard, and her mother watched her with a heavy heart. There were no other children around their secluded home, and even if there were, Eliza found it challenging to connect with others.  One day, to her mother's surprise, Eliza began talking about a new friend she had found in the backyard, a friend who cared about her and took an interest in her life. The mother, concerned about her daughter's loneliness, wasn't initially pleased with the arrival of this imaginary friend. She thought it might be a coping mechanism for Eliza's solitude.  "He's enormous," Eliza would say, "He can shoot rays of light from his hands, and he's covered in soft brown fur."  The mother couldn't watch over her daughter all the time, so she worried that Eliza might be referring to some animal that had so

  Pedro had always treasured his rusty machete, treating it like it was worth its weight in gold. This old blade had seen everything, passed down through generations of his Mexican owners. It had been through thick and thin, working long hours in the family's agave fields. Back in the day, its edge was as sharp as a cactus needle, slicing through those tough agave leaves like butter.   But then came that one evening, as Pedro was resting his backside under the fading sunset. He was in the agave fields, working on the leaves, getting them ready for that sweet tequila juice. And just when he thought he had everything under control, that machete turned traitor. It slipped right out of his hand, like it had a mind of its own, and disappeared into the tangle of thorny leaves.   Well, you can bet Pedro was panicking. He dove into those thorns, searching in the dark like he'd lost a sack of gold coins. The moonlight was not helping, casting strange shapes over the agave, and a shiver

  Pizza Tom Mato was a very happy kid, his skin was red and eating too many nutrients left him round and ripe. He always woke up to the sweet smell of pizza or garlic bread. He wanted to feel this smell all the time, little tomato wished to be one day close to his newfound love. It was a nice life, waking up every day with the sound of the oven and the Italian smell filling the room. However, our tiny friend wondered why his neighbors were leaving the town each day his love passed by. Didn’t worry about it at the beginning, he was soon left with one last friend in his little department. Decided to discover where his friends were going, he woke up before his usual time and watched his friend Thomas leave slowly, unknowing of what the future would hold, he struggled to get away from the cruel hand of god but his strongest movements were completely unnoticeable by this higher being. The red creature was placed in a wooden table, already stained with blood from previous slaughters. Tho

Yesterday I had a terrible nightmare. A monster covered in blood broke into my house and killed every single one of my family members in front of me, and finally killed me in the end. I woke up sweating and crying from the intesity of the dream and the things the monster had done. When I went downstairs to have breakfast my mom greeted me with a kind "Happy birthday". I had completely forgotten that, the relief to see my mother was alright was more important than being one year older; however, I was a bit unnerved by the fact that she was wearing the same clothes I saw in my dream. The afternoon arrived and I couldn't get this nightmare out of my head, it was driving me crazy. Suddenly, I started hearing heavy footsteps outside of my house, and as I walked towards a window to see what was causing them, the footsteps quickly moved in another direction as if they were trying to avoid me. Deeply disturbed by the unusual events of this day, I decided to follow the footsteps t

  Title: "Halloween III: The Curse That Had Haunted"   Made by Ihuit Daniel inspired in Halloween III: The season of the Witch   In the eerie town of Santa Mira, where the chilling winds whispered secrets of ancient horrors, the events of the past had cast a long, haunting shadow over Halloween night. Dr. Daniel Challis had moved to Santa Mira after the traumatic ordeal that had transpired the previous year. The memory of barely escaping the clutches of the malevolent Silver Shamrock Corporation had haunted him relentlessly.   As the leaves rustled ominously in the brisk October wind, Dr. Challis couldn't help but feel that the nightmare from the past had never truly ended. Those ghastly masks, the same ones he had fought so hard to destroy, had returned to the town with a vengeance .   It had all started when Dr. Challis began to hear whispers from the locals about the Silver Shamrock Corporation's masks making a comeback. The past had taught him to trust his inst