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St Colman’s BNS – Cork – Ireland.
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“What are we doing here?” I asked Tom in an uneasy voice .
“Stop shouting” he replied back .
We walked for a while but suddenly our torches went out and Tom started shouting with pain .
“Where are you?” I asked ” I don’t know .”
Suddenly our torches came back on and there it was the grave – the gravestone was in crimson which was a strange choice for the stone .
Mist began to gather around the grave. I frantically waved my hand through the mist but suddenly something grabbed Tom and began dragging him outside the circle.
There was nothing I could do and all I heard was screaming and I knew I was next…
John frantically shouted as he was running rapidly. He had visited the grave yard on a cold, misty night. His father had died a few years back when he was 15. John decided to visit the grave on the way home – now he wished he hadn’t.
It was around 8:30 but it was dark. While John had been standing by his fathers grave he heard a mysterious sound. It got louder and louder. John got startled and ran. He looked behind him and saw a ghost like figure. When he got to the car it wouldn’t start- he was crimson with embarrassment and full of fear.
He realised he used the wrong key he left the ignition key behind when he got startled and ran. He got out and ran down the road- he saw a car and thumbed up and the car stopped. He got in. He told the driver the whole story and said he had seen a ghost like figure. Then the driver looked at him …and he was one of them too.
World war 3 has begun.The captain for Britain shouted so loud his face turned Crimson. It was very very misty out on the battle field. Frantically there were gun shots every where left right and centre.
I was hidden behind a small barricade. It was made of sand bags that were about 10kg heavy. Lots of people died so we need lots of grave stones. It was after about 5 mins. I got up and started the shoot at the enemies.
Yes we won!!! What a war!
A torpedo struck the front left side of the USS Midway. All around us Anti-Aircraft guns boomed.The lieutenant`s face was turning crimson in colour as he shouted at the deck hands to get us up in the air to fight Japanese fighters .
It was like a misty morning in summer on the carrier. Eventually we were in the the sky shooting down Japanese fighters. I knew the ship was in grave danger because she was listing to the the side the torpedo struck .
Suddenly I got hit by an enemy fighter – Flames were belching from the engine of my plane. All of a sudden my left wing flew off. I was tumbling down to the sea . Frantically I took off my harness,slid off the canopy and jumped out and yanked on the string – my parachute shot out. I looked down and saw my plane slam into the ocean.
Ship was boarding port Perth. When the stairs were dropped on the land , the crew went first and Ben after. One of the men shouted “I’ am taking Clark O’ Donnell and his son to Tony’s farm ”
When his father came down Ben exclaimed ” Someone is there to take us” repeated Ben.
Frantically , Clark and Ben ran up to him. Then he said ” My name is Bruce. I am taking you to my friend Tony.” They sat up on the camel’s and were on the way. Going through the burning sand Clark saw a creature coming nearer and nearer.
” We’re in grave danger!” he repeated.
I stood there, miserable, in front of my dad’s grave. I felt guilty for not spending more time with him. Suddenly, I collapsed and shouted “WHY?”. I knelt in front of the grave. I realized it started to get misty, maybe it was a sign from the spirits for me to leave.
So I left and entered my car. I drove to my dad’s house, hopefully to remember some good times I had with him. Instead I saw horror, crimson blood was on the door, in the shape of a hand. I frantically drove away. Hopefully I would forget about what I had seen. I was wiping my eyes, not realizing there was a child running across the road…
“Grave danger is what lies ahead!” croaked my old man just before he kicked the bucket. No joke I think to myself as I frantically search for the tomb in the misty graveyard. I remember what my mam said before I sprinted out the door: “DON’T go looking for that tomb again, Mick, It doesn’t exist!“.
But the stories I heard sounded too horrible to be just made up. I ambled on, my new crimson sneakers full of stones and covered in mud. My mam is going to kill me.,but my thoughts were interrupted by what I saw next…
It was the 19th of April 2018 and me and my Mother were visiting my Fathers grave. He had died in a car crash. We were putting some crimson roses on his grave when we heard somebody scream.
We ran frantically over to the person and she said a man had taken her handbag. I then spotted the robber getting into his car and I shouted get back here but he just drove off. Suddenly the grave yard became very misty and foggy. I heard somebody open something. Then the fog cleared off and then I spotted dad …but he was not human…………
It was a misty ,dull night and I was standing inside a grave yard praying for my dead blood relatives, when I suddenly saw a blacked out figure standing in the corner. As soon as I finished praying I thought that it would be a good idea to go over and confront whoever was constantly staring at me.
Before I could move an inch, this crimson faced woman shouted that I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I immediately tuned around to run but all my exits were blocked besides one, I frantically ran and ran… to anywhere but here.
Frantically I crawled across the endless field. I knew I was in grave danger, as I looked around the field. As I crawled and crawled, I finally saw what I had been looking for. I shouted and shouted, at the figure. But he couldn’t hear me.
I looked down at my leg to see the wound pouring with crimson blood. But I kept on crawling through the field hoping for shelter from the misty night. And of course to get proper care for my wound. But no matter how far I crawled I knew that eventually I would hear the crack of a rifle and I would fall into the well known darkness…
We ran as fast as we could – we reached captain Misty “room 68” she roared. We frantically run until our faces turned Crimson………….
Today it was misty and raining. There were floods everywhere and our garden was flooded.
Then all of a sudden I saw a tsunami right in front of us. We went underground to survive and the door was strong enough. We had lots of food in the bunker and energy so we are safe. We were all waiting until the tsunami passed by so we can get out.
When the tsunami passed by we went out of the bunker and we were safe so if there was another one I think I would be safe at that bunker. We had to build our house again.
I was walking through the misty wind on my way to my best friend’s house. It was seven thirty at night.The dark sky was turning from black to crimson every few minutes. It was a really scary night. But I had to do it if I wanted to meet my friend at his house.
And so I had come to the scariest point when I had to cross the graveyard. So I saw my grandfathers grave as I walked past.I came to the end of the graveyard when some man shone his headlights at my face … offering a ride to my friends house.
I said no and ran…..
At dawn, Misty went out for a Sunday morning jog when something very strange suddenly happened. Misty shouted as loud as possible before her death.
Three days later on Wednesday all of Misty’s family and friends watched with possibly the rest of the town – Misty’s coffin was carried to her grave.
Back at the crime scene at the street of Misty’s house was a stream of crimson coloured blood all dried out as a stain on the footpath. Who killed her? – nobody knows from then on. And the dried out stream of the crimson coloured blood is still there today.
It was a misty morning at the North African oil plant, a rare occurrence, especially as there was an upcoming drought.
It was lunchtime when an employee lit a cigarette and set the tanks alight. Kaleb, another worker who witnessed the incident that was to cost millions, of dollars and lives, frantically ran for the boats. On his journey, he shouted to anyone and everyone who would listen, telling them they were all in grave danger though none took much notice.
By the next morning the sea was crimson with… well you know …don’t you?
I had to leave the city immediately. I was in grave danger. I frantically packed my crimson bag and left. I shouted for help but nobody seemed to hear me. It was a very misty day so I put on my coat. I ran for what felt like an hour to look for safety.
I reached an old abandoned cottage and decided to stay there for the night. A few minutes later a man entered the cottage. He took out a weapon and threatened me with it.
My mom shouted at me and I didn’t come downstairs when she told me – finally I came down. She told me to put on my crimson jacket and go outside.
My friend and I went to the graveyard because we were bored. Also it was misty outside. So my friend ran frantically because he saw and heard a bat. But after he came back.
So we had a walk until we saw a weird looking creature chasing us – we ran as fast as lightning. After a long time we wet to my friends house at 19:33 and we saw in his house a …
Frantically I ran through the fields scrambling over trees and bushes. It was a misty evening and I had turned crimson with the cold. I couldn’t leave them catch me. I could still hear them behind me. I could their roars getting louder and louder. I climbed a tree but I hesitated because there was a man standing outside a house He shouted to a man inside “here’s his grave” he shouted. The man went back inside.
I got ready to run again but I heard a rustling of bushes behind me!
Misty and I had been at the table for hours. We had been planning on robbing the Crimson Manor. Tonight was the night.
At 23 hundred hours we drove to the halfway point. We would take it on foot from there. We walked through the foggy graveyard where all the graves had been there for more than 50 years. We arrived at our destination and climbed through the window.
We went down the corridor where we found the vault. I put the code cracker on it and the vault opened. We took all of its goods and headed for the door. Misty shouted the signal to tell me the coast was clear. We had escaped for now.
It was the day. I was going on my 5 day cruise on the Mediterranean Sea. I got a crimson bus to the harbour and in no time I was on the ship. We set off.
I did not know what danger was ahead. It was a very misty day. The ship sailed smoothly through the sea. I was sitting calmly in the dining room when I heard a loud bang. An alarm went off.
People shouted frantically. I knew what had happened. I rushed to the lifeboats . I was in grave danger. Everyone was stressed. I jumped into a life boat and hoped for the best.
But then I spotted a puncture.
Would I survive?
I knew that we were in grave danger. I had heard the crunch of the ship after it had hit the iceberg so I started running through all the hallways and down all the steps of the stairs to reach my friend in our small little cabin in the second class section.
When I got there he was already gone so I sprinted towards the stairs. it was blocked. I shouted frantically with a crimson red face. I then heard the water trickling down the hall towards me. The water was so cold there was a mist rising from it as it came to my feet.
What could I do?
“Run for your lives unless you want to end up in your grave, ” Nicholls frantically shouted as his face became crimson. The French were quickly approaching.
I had taken in every word he had roared but couldn’t bring my wounded self to my feet to get away. I knew there were only moments left until the French would come running around the corner and find me.
I was lucky I hadn’t blinked when Turnbull ran past otherwise I would’ve missed him. “Turnbull help,” I managed.
“Alright mate but we ain’t got much to left now,” he replied as he grabbed me in his arms through the misty weather.
A sudden “Pow” – gunshots – I fell to the ground and my heart stopped…..
My finger rested on the trigger and I waited for my target to appear. The gun was scraped and the handle was almost broken. I just waited. If I shouted I would be seen and killed.
I frantically crept towards the window to look outside. It was misty and only one grave in the cemetery could be seen. I saw a couple of creatures walking and sniffing the air for flesh and blood,… my flesh and blood.
I turned around and saw a crimson light shining in the corridor. Something was shining there and I had to check it out even if it costs my life.
Bang – the bomb went off and now it was time for the real challenge. Beefy Keefy ran in and frantically began shouting orders. I was part of the drilling team. I got shouted at for being late with the drill -my face went crimson red with same.
The drill started up and the mist and dust made it look almost like a grave yard – finally, the robbery was over -it was a great success with a lot of money taken from the bank. We had a healthy profit to go into hiding and let the heat go away.
One day me and my two friends were walking home when we got lost… We did not know what to do. Then a strange looking man came to us and said. What are you doing here? He told us that he can bring us back on track. We followed and followed until we came to a big castle. We knew this wasn’t good. This was Mr. Goodguy’s castle. He was the most evil person in the country. Then the man tackled us down into a cell. My friends ran. Although they ran quickly, they were still not making enough progress. Then they fell… We were stuck in a cell…
Although they ran quickly, they were still not making enough progress. I ran from path to path from street to street and from road to road, I still couldn’t run away. I sprinted up the old bumpy road until I came to some roadworks. I ran around them and kept on running. I came to a dead end. I ran into a narrow dirty street. Dead end. I climbed on the bins and jumped over the high brick wall. I ran quickly and quickly until I came to the exit. I was surrounded. I tried to open 2 emergency exits, but they were locked. I have no choice but to surrender.
Otto and Leni have got the girl and are nearing the Swiss border when gunshots rang out and they dived for cover. Otto looked back to see Heydrich with an SMG puffing smoke. Otto pulled out his pistol and returned fire and told the girls to get to the border.10 minutes later Otto ran out of ammunition, he turned and ran after the girls. The girls were nearing a bridge and as they crossed it Leni told the girls the plan.
They waited for Otto – Heydrich came up to the bridge with Otto at gunpoint and he roared out “hand over the child and I’ll let your friend go . The girl stepped out from behind a bush and as she stepped onto the bridge Heydrich let Otto go and he ran towards the girl – She said to him “get to the other side. ” Otto did as he was told and stepped to the other side – the girl then pulled a ball of string out and pulled something,dropped the ball and ran. Then the ball of string exploded the bridge split in half.
Otto frantically looked around for the girl but there was no sign of her -he looked over the ledge where the bridge had been and saw the girl clinging onto the bridge. Otto reached out for her to take his hand .The girl slipped and fell into the rushing waters below. Otto roared between tears “Angelika”.
During the 1900s there were these two drunk guys who thought it would be a good idea to take the head and torso off the wooden park statue. It must have been night time because if people saw them doing that I’m pretty sure that they’d call the sheriff. I’m on the hunt to find them. I had checked the fingerprints and I figured out their names. One was Shane and the the other was Timothy. I wondered why they wanted to disarm the statue but I couldn’t understand why.
Early today I was watching the news and while I was listening I happened to hear of a disaster that included a massive, unidentified monster going on an unnesessaryy rampage and eventually destroying half of a local forestry. They call it the two legged monster.
”News just in, the monster has now made his way to a remote part of the countryside,all we know is he could cause some chaos.” says the news reporter. Imagine, just imagine how one normal ordinary day could turn into this.
Oh Luke. Luke, Luke, Luke . Long boned , gangly, call him what you like, he has two left legs and because he’s the only one who’ll go between the sticks, our hopes of silverware are a distant memory. The coach says he’s just warming up to it but Luke’s been training with us for a year now! I remember his first game vividly, how could you forget it! John Sweeney passed it to him to clear it and he missed the bleedin’ thing! Oh well, goodbye 7th division (maybe followed by a keeper), and hello relegation.