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The group decided to go check out the haunted house way in the country that everyone was always talking about. When they got a ride there, Sarah felt this chill run down her spine. When they got to the middle of the field they saw the house. It was a run down dark and eerie place. Definitely the opposite if inviting. They cautiously went towards it. As Sarah was walking through the field she felt something pull her leg and it became harder and harder to walk. Something eventually was pulling her whole body down. She tripped over a rock and found herself unable to get up. She yelled “Help! Help,” but no one would listen. The group went ahead and eventually, so far that she couldn’t see them anymore. When she lost her voice from yelling “help,” it began to get windy and windier. Shortly after, rain started to bounce of her head, then her leg, then her whole body was drenched. In the shadows of the clouds, she saw a black figure. Something unnatural. It was coming towards her…

"Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower..."
-Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream.

I like this picture but this is kind of me right now...no it's not... well i dont know who doesn't like snoopy? that is the question because if any one said I or Me i will find you and hurt you very, very badly... have a nice day now! :)

poem-oscar wilde

My Voice by Oscar Wilde

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

poem-edgar allen poe

A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?