DraftHouse wrote:

Daily 25/07/21
@PaigeTurnerE .Blair || 23 || she/her || she has short uneven hair, it is chocolate brown that is tipped with red, red crop top, black tennis skirt, tan skin, red eyes, tall, a little too sk1nny || She is hardworking and haunting. She can hide in nearly every spot you can think of. She is sneaky yet loves to have fun. She a bit of a control fr34k but that is alright. She can be a bit demanding at times but underneath her hard shell, she's nice. || She is a Broadway actress but is secretly a bounty/shadow…

@PaigeTurnerE …hvnter. She has never gotten more than the ensemble in Broadway shows but hopes to get a big part soon. || Hobbies: Singing, writing, hiding, climbing trees.

I watched as a girl walked down the street. Well, the girl. The one I was after. I was standing behind a tree as she walked down the empty road. She looked at the tree I was behind but seemed not to see me. I needed to capture her. She strode down the street and turned left. I had watched her for about 3 days and I knew where she was going. She was heading to a coffee shop. I smiled. Time to put my plan into action. I slipped into a alley and took a short cut to my hiding spot where I would wait for her to reach the coffee shop. Soon after, she walked into the shop. About five minutes later she left and I followed her to see where she would go that she was alone. Soon after she went into an abandoned alley way and I decided to strike.
I stepped out as she spun around. As she saw me she brought out knives, two in her left hand and one in her right hand. I brought out my katana and went into a defensive stance. I had trained with my weapons for years and I knew that she hadn't. I have called her she for a long time. She is called Hunter, with a real name of Twilight Slow. Apparently she was also a bounty hunter but she was freelance and had done a bounty on my company and now she was an enemy.
“So I was right, I have a bounty. Let me guess, it is *names employers*. I crossed them didn't I” She said, a smirk. She had a steely look on her face.
“You have been following me for about three days. I keep seeing you.” She shook her head. “I tell you, *Dead employer who Hunter killed* never saw me coming.” I knew that she was using mental trickery to make me feel like I was bad and uncertain of my abilities.
“You are , what 13? I am 23 and I have been doing this for a long time. I have a real, above ground life unlike you.” I tried it on her
“Not going to work. If I had an above life then I would be serving a sentence in prison because I have so many completed missions unlike you.” She mocked. “Your entire Bounty Hunter career is a fake compared to mine.”
“Not true.” I said but I could feel myself feeling bad. I knew if I continued to talk to her she would continue using derogatory speech on my and then if we fought then I would lose. I did the sensible thing, I turned and ran.
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Daily for 27/07/21
I got the song “We are the Men” by AD but I was not allowed to listen to the song.
I decided to write a story about some people fighting because that was what I guessed this was about
“What should we do?” Shore asked me.

I shook my head “I don’t know.”

“Can you see them at least?” Hidden asked.

“Nope, not a glimpse, in this fog.” I replied

“What do we do?” Spear asked me.

“I don't know. Ask Shore. She is supposed to be in charge here.” I snapped. What I said was true. The youngest member here, Shore was supposed to be in charge for this mission. She had just turned 13 but was way braver than people who were way older than her. She was also very quick thinking and had fast reflexes. She never gave up, or got worried, or at least until now. To be fair, I was also very brave, and I was freaked out now. Everyone here was freaked out at this sudden fog that had descended upon us.

“I know but I don’t know what to do here.” Shore retorted. “Misty, you have the most experience. What do we do now?”

“I have no clue.”

“This is stupid.” Hidden broke in. “We need to do something, anything or we will be sitting ducks.”

“We are the men.” Excel said. “I mean, so are you two but yeah.” By you two he meant, Hidden and Shore, both of whom were girls, and they were both only 13 years old.

“Not the time, Excel.” Spear snapped.

Shore had been sitting quietly for the last minute and seemed to be thinking. “We need a decoy. It will have to be our fastest runner and Hidden. Who is the fastest here?” She thought aloud.

“You are.” Misty said. “Then it is Hidden but she is already coming.”

“But…” Shore trailed off. Then she gathered her thoughts and spoke. “Ok, Spear and Misty, I need you two to run off in that direction.” She pointed “Stay in cover and try to get out of the fog. Same for you two, Excel and Brown. You go in that direction.” She pointed again. “And stay in cover. Got it?”

Misty, Spear, Excel and I nodded. “Hidden and I will be decoys and we will run in that direction.” She said pointing another direction.

We nodded and slipped off. Shore and Hidden stood up and started making a lot of noise, but, I noticed, they stayed near the edge of the little enclosure. The fog blurred our vision as we walked. Then we turned out of sight, and we saw them no more.
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DraftHouse wrote:

I watched as a girl walked down the street. Well, the girl. The one I was after. I was standing behind a tree as she walked down the empty road. She looked at the tree I was behind but seemed not to see me. I needed to capture her. She strode down the street and turned left. I had watched her for about 3 days and I knew where she was going. She was heading to a coffee shop. I smiled. Time to put my plan into action. I slipped into a alley and took a short cut to my hiding spot where I would wait for her to reach the coffee shop. Soon after, she walked into the shop. About five minutes later she left and I followed her to see where she would go that she was alone. Soon after she went into an abandoned alley way and I decided to strike.
I stepped out as she spun around. As she saw me she brought out knives, two in her left hand and one in her right hand. I brought out my katana and went into a defensive stance. I had trained with my weapons for years and I knew that she hadn't. I have called her she for a long time. She is called Hunter, with a real name of Twilight Slow. Apparently she was also a bounty hunter but she was freelance and had done a bounty on my company and now she was an enemy.
“So I was right, I have a bounty. Let me guess, it is *names employers*. I crossed them didn't I” She said, a smirk. She had a steely look on her face.
“You have been following me for about three days. I keep seeing you.” She shook her head. “I tell you, *Dead employer who Hunter killed* never saw me coming.” I knew that she was using mental trickery to make me feel like I was bad and uncertain of my abilities.
“You are , what 13? I am 23 and I have been doing this for a long time. I have a real, above ground life unlike you.” I tried it on her
“Not going to work. If I had an above life then I would be serving a sentence in prison because I have so many completed missions unlike you.” She mocked. “Your entire Bounty Hunter career is a fake compared to mine.”
“Not true.” I said but I could feel myself feeling bad. I knew if I continued to talk to her she would continue using derogatory speech on my and then if we fought then I would lose. I did the sensible thing, I turned and ran.
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This is a really interesting piece! I love the idea of it itself, and it’s certainly a pleasure to read. In fact, it took me a while to find any spots that needed improvement, but I think there are a few minimal details that could help this writing evolve.

Pacing would be a good thing to focus on, I think—instead of placing sentences around the same length, you could try and add onto some and take from others, to make the overall result smoother: for example, at the start, instead of saying “I slipped into an alley and took a short cut to my hiding spot where I would wait for her to reach the coffee shop.”, you could add a comma at the ‘where,’ making the sentence less lengthy and easier to read. You could do the same at the start: some sentences are better conjoined, and others by themselves.

Before I try (and probably fail) to think of something else to critique on, I just wanted to mention that I love the situation and how well it goes with the genre; mystery and thriller are definitely two of my favourite genres to read about, and I seem to enjoy pieces like this a lot, haha.

Anyway, the last thing I could point out is some punctuation errors. They’re mostly minimal, but they do contribute a lot to the story. For you, it’s just adding commas where characters are saying things, such as at the end: “Not going to work. If I had an above life then I would be serving a sentence in prison because I have so many completed missions unlike you.” She mocked.” It’s unrealistic for people to say such long sentences without taking a breath, so in this instance, you’d simply have to add a comma before ‘unlike you’, and one before ‘then I would be’. Apart from that, I think this piece is completely wonderful—good job!

GraceOBrien13 wrote:

DraftHouse wrote:

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This is a really interesting piece! I love the idea of it itself, and it’s certainly a pleasure to read. In fact, it took me a while to find any spots that needed improvement, but I think there are a few minimal details that could help this writing evolve.

Pacing would be a good thing to focus on, I think—instead of placing sentences around the same length, you could try and add onto some and take from others, to make the overall result smoother: for example, at the start, instead of saying “I slipped into an alley and took a short cut to my hiding spot where I would wait for her to reach the coffee shop.”, you could add a comma at the ‘where,’ making the sentence less lengthy and easier to read. You could do the same at the start: some sentences are better conjoined, and others by themselves.

Before I try (and probably fail) to think of something else to critique on, I just wanted to mention that I love the situation and how well it goes with the genre; mystery and thriller are definitely two of my favourite genres to read about, and I seem to enjoy pieces like this a lot, haha.

Anyway, the last thing I could point out is some punctuation errors. They’re mostly minimal, but they do contribute a lot to the story. For you, it’s just adding commas where characters are saying things, such as at the end: “Not going to work. If I had an above life then I would be serving a sentence in prison because I have so many completed missions unlike you.” She mocked.” It’s unrealistic for people to say such long sentences without taking a breath, so in this instance, you’d simply have to add a comma before ‘unlike you’, and one before ‘then I would be’. Apart from that, I think this piece is completely wonderful—good job!

Thank you so much for critiquing this

Daily 29/07/21
This is an email to Mavis Watt, from Angela Parker

Dear Mavis

Today I found my great grandmother’s diary. It was written in 2021, nearly 2 centuries ago!

She describes some business called school. I am not sure if you have heard of it but back then, people used to have to take an early form of a ziplink, called a bus, to this school. School was where people learned stuff. Imagine having to get up at 7:00 in the morning and take an old fashioned ziplink to school! I kind of feel sorry for her, she had to wear some sort of uniform and learn outside of the home. We can do our learning at home wearing whatever we want. Another thing, in these schools, they used to have adults teaching children. Not robots, adults. Adults make mistakes and robots don’t. I still cannot believe that.

On another day, I found a list of professions that people those days could have. I copied some of the list in for you;

Soldier

Cook

Maid

Doctor

Teacher

Writer

I had to look up these words. So, a soldier is a human that is trained to fight in an army. Back then soldiers were only in specific places Nowadays we have Armybots everywhere.

A cook is a human who cooks, like a Cooking Bot. A maid was a human, normally a girl, whom cleans the house. Well, there are a lot of robots that do that. For the Doctor, what was a profession that in which bots were working with humans to help humans. Human Doctors make a lot of mistakes whereas robot doctors never do. Robots never make mistakes whereas humans always will

I have already mentioned Teachers. And the last one, a Writer. My great-grandmother was a writer and I have some of her books now. Writer is the only profession from the list that is available now because writers have to be human, or the books would be boring. Humans can imagine and think and robots can’t do that. Yet. Dad says that robots will take over the creative arts sometime but not for another century.

I decided to make a list of some current professions;

Writer

Actor

Singer

Musician

Artist

Engineer

Robotican (makes robots)

And Programmer

These are the only professions that robots have not taken over. The majority of old jobs are now done by robots.

Goodbyte (Goodbye)

Angela
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So, sorry, Birdi, Bakie and Polar. I hope I got which cabin you were in right. Please correct me if I am wrong here, Birdi, but I don’t think that you hate Fairy Tales. I also hope you don’t mind going missing at the end, Birdi.

Before I begin, the POV is some naughty Fairy Tales camper spying on the hosts, hoping to hear something interesting about them. She finds out way more that she bargained for.



Birdi: I officially hate word counts. I mean it this time. Why don’t we just ban word counts for good.

Bakie: That would not be fair, I know a lot of campers who work really hard on their word counts. They try their hardest just to achieve their targets.

Polar: Well, word counts are optional, you don’t have to complete them.

Bakie: You could set your word count goal to 1 word and complete it only in the last 10 seconds of camp.

Birdi: *mischievously grinning* If I come to SWC again then I am doing that. I will write only 1 word in the entirety of camp.

Polar: So, you would not do Dailies or Weeklies.

Birdi: Nope, never.

Bakie: You are at Scratch Writing Camp and if you don’t write then your cabin will fall in the ranks.

Birdi: I don’t really care, I hate Fairy Tales anyway. Too airy-fairy for me.

Bakie and Polar: * Gasps*

Bakie: You mean it?

Birdi: Of course. Why would I lie about that?

Bakie: *cheeky grin* Then will you help Mythology win?

Birdi: Sure. I don’t really mind

Polar: *shakes head* I feel bad for the Fairy Tales Campers. I think I will tell them that

Bakie and Birdi: *watched in shock as Polar leaves the room and heads down to Fairy Tales*

Bakie: Should we stop him?

Birdi: Can’t be bothered. It would have come out sometime.

Bakie: *nervously* I am worried that Fairy Tales will revolt against you.

Birdi: *Yawns* I don’t care. I am going to bed.

Bakie: Do you want to stay at my cabin? I am worried that Fairy Tales will get revenge.

Birdi: Them? Never. *She leaves, leaving Bakie on her own*

Bakie: This could be bad

Bakie was right. That night the Fairy Tales cabin was burned down to the ground, and everyone escaped unscathed except for Birdi, no traces of her were found. It was like she had never existed. People blamed Fairy Tales for the fire, but the Fairy Tales campers were innocent. They did not light their cabin on fire. So, who did? Some say it was Birdi herself, trying to make a dramatic, fiery exit. Some say it was Alba with her pyrokinesis. Some say it was entirely an accident and Birdi just got trapped and burnt. Some say that people wanted revenge on Birdi and got it in a fatal way. And the rest say that Birdi never existed, that she was entirely a myth made up by the Fairy Tales campers and the leaders. But we will never know what actually happened to Birdi, during the fire.
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Part 1

They say Infinity War was the most ambitious crossover yet. Yet as you walk into the coffee shop, that fact seems to be a lie. Characters from Sherlock, Supernatural and Doctor Who are arguing over coffee. The cast of Harry Potter are duking it out in the Hunger Games. And the barista is one of your characters looking at you dead in the eyes. “Hello Grace. Welcome back to the FanFiction cafe.”

My part of story

I blinked. I was looking at my character. My character. My brain went blank. This was supposed to be SWC not What Is Inside Grace’s Head. I knew who she was because I had spent hours thinking about her story. I shook my head. There was nothing about SWC around, it just looked like a café run by *character name*

“Hi. How on earth do you know my name?” I gaped. I NEVER gave my name out freely (except for SWC of course). I had never met this character in real life before. She was a dream, part of my imagination. Or so I thought. Was my imagination real?

“I just do.“ She spoke. I narrowed my eyes at this. One of my characters, Hunter said that when she was asked the same thing. But this is not Hunter. This is *Character name* “You are *character name*”

“I am.” My eyes nearly, just nearly fell out of my head. What on earth? How on earth? When on earth? Where on earth? (I can’t use “under what condition”)

“I know you…” I trailed off, lost in wondering how on earth that *name of character* was standing in front of me. *Name of Character* only existed in my imagination.

“Do you know how I got here.” She asked.

“Not a clue,” I found this very weird and did not care what I said, as long as I could still speak in my shock.

Behind him, another character I recognized waved. And another. And another. All the servers were my characters. I felt really scared. How on earth. This could not be real. Can people access pictures in my brain. The really creepy thing was that it had *my character*’s voice. I turned and walked out. As I stood in the hot early July air, I took a deep breath and decided to try it again and go inside again.

This time I walked in, the servers and baristas were children about my age who wore a black uniform with a plain white apron. A banner above their heads read Fan Fiction July 2021 for the win. Three of them came up to me. I read Gigi and Amy and Fin on their aprons. I recognized the names as being the leader and co-leaders of Fan Fiction. They said “Grace, welcome to Fan Fiction. I hope you enjoyed our prank.” I smiled as they chuckled at my surprised face. It was a prank. Then it hit me. I was finally at SWC. This was, truly a dream come true.

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Part 2

I took Dylan Peake, known as Shadowman from Charlie Higson’s The Enemy series and Twilight, his twin, is my OC

Dylan and I entered the Victoria Shopping Mall in awe. Even from the outside, the 30 floor shopping mall was impressive. The inside was way, way better. We gazed around like little kids in Candyland. There were so many shops. These shops sold everything you could imagine from a robotic puppy to an Emoji cushion to beds. To be somewhere like here could be like a dream come true. But we only lived a mile away so we could come her more ofter

We stood still for a few minutes, taking all of this splendor in. There were people all around, dressed in the most vibrant of colors and I had to shield my eyes from all the harshly bright electric lights.

”So, Twilight, where do we start.“ Dylan said. I blinked as his voice cut through my dreams ”Twin sister, I said, where do we start.“ He bellowed in my ear.

I stepped away, rubbing my ear and scowling at him. He was a very annoying person to have as a twin. But he did have a point. We were here looking for a birthday presents for my great-aunt, Nicole.

”Umm. The antiques?“ I said, having very little idea what Nicole would want. ”Oh, she said she wanted a handmade quilt!“ I suddenly remembered what Nicole had asked specifically for.

“Where on earth do, we get a handmade quilt?” Dylan asked me.

“I don’t know, I have never been here before.” I glared at him

“Neither have I,” he glared back.

We stood there glaring at each other until Dylan was pushed over by the bustling crowd. I gave him a hand to get back up and then stalked into the crowd. He followed me. I continued walking until I reached the sign which listed every single shop in that shopping mall. He caught up quite quickly and realized what I was doing. I sighed. This would take forever. Then Dylan called me over.

He was way further on than I was, and he had found a shop called Henna’s Homemade Hints. The sign said they sold homemade quilts so that was a good guess. We pushed our way through the crowd until we reached the escalator. Then we boarded the heavily populated escalator till we reached the 17th floor. We then exited the escalator and walked along the hallway, with shops on either side, looking for Henna’s Homemade Hints. I soon spotted the sign and called Dylan over.

From the outside, Henna’s Homemade Hints was a pink, girly and sickening place.

As we opened the door, we were hit with a perfumy fragrance. Dylan coughed as I realized that the scent triggered my asthma. I quickly left and used my inhaler and stood outside, waiting for Dylan to buy the quilt. He was very quick about that and came out with an old looking beige colored quilt which he had stuffed in a bag. We stood there, waiting for me to catch my breath.

“Are you ok?” He asked. I nodded even though my face was bright red and that was obviously untrue.

“Shall we go?” I said, once I had regained my breath enough to speak. Dylan nodded.

“Lets go.” He said and walked away into the crowd. I quickly caught up with him.

“We need to come here more often.” I said.

“Yeah. Can you believe that we lived less than a mile from here our entire lives and yet never been here?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“Nope.” I shook my head. That was crazy. We were crazy. When we reached the first floor, Dylan tugged on my shoulder.

“Come on sis, don’t tell me you don’t want to look at the puppies.” He grinned. I smiled and followed him into the crowd. I could never resist dogs. We walked to the bustling Dog shop. When we stepped inside, it was like a dream come true.

The entire place was dog themed, even the door had a dog picture on it. On the left were about eight isles filled with dog treats, dog food, dog toys and much more. Straight ahead were the dog pens. I knew that this was the official place that they were sold, we lived near where they actually kept the dogs, Manot Farm and on weekends, me and my friend Grace, who was about as dog crazy as me would go and help them take care of the dogs. They were always glad for the help and we made sure that the dogs were not mistreated at all in anyway. They never were, weather we were around or not.

In each of those dog pens there were about 9 adorable puppies. We both gasped and ran to look at the puppies. Dylan was loving this. Even though he would hide his absolute adoration for dogs way better that I did, this time there was no hiding how happy we had both become.

We looked at the puppies for a long time. Dylan soon joined me on the third pen and together we looked at the two, mostly identical brown puppies that were fighting in the corner. The other puppies were asleep, probally tired out by all the excitement and wanting to get back to their kennels and runs in Manot Farm.

”So Twilight, why don't we ask to hold them?“ Dylan asked me mischeviously.

I smiled back. ”Let's do it!“ I said.

We swiftly located an assistant and asked to hold two of the puppies. He said yes so we sped back to the pen and he let them out.

We sat down and picked theose adorable, squirming, balls of fluff up. They were so nice and they did not even bite like young puppued normally did. They just wanted to play with us and so we did. We played with them for about 15 minutes and put them back.

”Dylan. We need to call Mom right now.“ My eyes sparkled with fun. He understood me and quickly dialed our mom.

”Hello?“ Our mom's voice came over the speakers.

”Can we get two puppies?“ I asked, not able to wait any longer.

”Yeah. When? Next weekend?“ She asked, slightly startled.

”No. Right not.“ Dylan explained.

”Sure. I mean why not. You guys will be paying though.“

”That is fine.“ Dylan said because I was not able to contain my excitement and was letting off little squeaking noises. ”Thank you. Twilight is saying thank you in case you cannot hear.“

As soon as Dylan hung up, I freaked out and started jumping around until Dylan calmed me down.

We used the rest of our spare pocket money to buy two puppies and all the supplies we knew we would need. And that day we became the proud owners of two Jack Russell Terrier puppies. The End

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Part 3

I took Scarlett and Ivy from Scarlett and Ivy and Shadowman, the mysterious boy from the Enemy series and the mysterious girl is Hunter, my OC.

“You will be split into groups of four. Then it will be up to you to get out of here” The loud speaker boomed as a girl flinched and covered her ears.

“Why did we decide to come to the Haunted Halloween Party?” The girl asked the boy next to her.

“Be truthful, have you actually been scared?” He teased as they stepped out into the light where Scarlett and I were standing. The girl looked at us like she was testing us.

“Who are you?” Scarlett said, nonchalantly. She yawned.

“Who are you?” The girl asked.

“I asked first, answer me.” Scarlett stared at the girl. The girl did not even blink. She stared back like she could do this for hours.

“Come on, let’s leave them.” The boy said and walked away. Slowly, the girl walked away, still staring right at Scarlett.

“I don’t know what’s her problem but ok. Let’s go Ivy.” She said and walked off swiftly. I caught up quickly.

“Besides, they wear such old fashioned clothes. I don’t know if they are supposed to be scary or what.” Scarlett continued. We had walked into a room.

Then the door shut with a bang. I turned and ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked.

“Do you think that they did it?” Scarlett said. She looked scared now.

“No. It was something else.” I said, showing more bravery than I felt.

“Ok. Let’s try to get out of here.” She said, walking over to a wall stuffed toys. She pulled at them, and we heard a click. “I hope I did not do something wrong.” She said nervously as I scanned the room for what had made the click.

I spotted an open door at the end of the room. “Look, Scarlett.” I pointed and we hurried over there. I slowly opened the door. It led into a passage into the dark. I gulped.

“It’s ok Ivy, I’ll go first.” She said and stepped into the black tunnel. I timidly followed her and slowly, we walked into the pitch-black together.

……………………………………..

We walked for what seemed to be hours until we heard voices. “Stop” Scarlett whispered in my ear. There was only darkness ahead but one second later there was a light ahead. Two figures were holding two lights and as we watched they turned into a different tunnel. Then they flicked the light on in that room which had lights. We watched.

“Are those our buddies?” I whispered to Scarlett.

“I think so. I saw their stupid cloaks.” Scarlett whispered back.

“What do we do?” I asked her.

“We join them.” she said grimly.

“What!” I said appalled.

“They know what to do and where to go.” She reiterated

“This is stupid.” I spoke.

“I know but it is our only chance.” She said sadly.

“Fine.” I spoke.

We stepped into the room and the other two spun around instantly. The girl held three knives, two in the left and one in the right and the boy had a crossbow. All four weapons were aimed at us. I gulped just as they lowered their weapons.

“Following us I see.” The girl said.

”No,“ Scarlett snapped.

”Really?“ She said, raising her eyebrows.

”Yes, and don't give me that look you 1d1ot.“ Scarlett roared.

”Calm. Now.“ The boy stepped in and stared fiercely at Scarlett. ”I don't think you followed us because otherwise you would know that there was a noise detector. I think, we are far away enough to not set it off by talking but that roaring of yours.“ He said as Scarlett realized what she had done.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

A clock's noise got louder, and I stepped into the room, away from the noise. Scarlett followed me. The girl rushed to the door but found it was locked. She began shaking it violently as the noise got louder. I scanned the room for anything to block the door and my eyes rested on the big table, which the boy was pushing towards the doorway.

Scarlett screamed and all of us spun around to see a big, clockwork man standing in the door.

PING.

A blur sped by me head and embedded in the character's chest. He took a step forward, towards Scarlett and I recovered enough to grab Scarlett's arm and pull her away. Scarlett was frozen in shock as I tried to pull her. In a flash, the boy was beside me, helping me drag Scarlett away from the monster.

”Quick,“ The girl said, and I realized she had gotten the door open and was holding it open. The door led to the dark and she had lit a candle and was holding it. She did not seem to notice when hot wax hit her skin.

We dragged Scarlett out the door into the dark. The girl came behind us, handing the candle to the boy as she swiftly shut the door. I sighed as we trudged into the darkness, the candle flickering as the boy held it. The girl caught up with us and handed me a lit candle as she lit one for herself. I was careful not to get burned by the hot wax. We walked for a long time, using the candle to make sure we did not fall.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The noise was different from before I realized as the boy said ”Blow the candles out now.“

I tried to blow my candle out but failed to the girl ended up doing it for me. We continued walking in the dark, without hearing any more ticking. We did not speak either, all we could hear was the shuffling of Scarlett's body being dragged and my feet. I could not hear their footsteps at all. I knew that Scarlett was still alive because I could hear her harsh, ragged breathing.

”Do you see that?“ The girl said, her voice, breaking the silence.

”What. Oh.“ My voice died away as I realized what I was seeing. Sunlight. There was light at the end of the tunnel. It was rather far off but seeing light made us want to keep moving. Well, it made me want to keep moving. My companions showed no signs of finding this hard. Their breathing sounded like nothing was wrong whereas I was panting and breathing loudly.

”We are nearly out of here." The boy's voice sounded monotone but had a hint of excitement. I had heard a voice like that before, but it belonged to a girl. I could not remember whose it was. We sped up as we got closer and closer to the light. I could see grass outside. Then an iron fence slammed down right in front of the girl’s face.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

We were trapped…

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