Okay thinking of Письмо a new story heres a little bit.
The winding, overgrown path lies before me. I'd always been good with horror Фильмы but this was too much. Stupid car breaking down in a place like this. Why did this house have to be the first one I came to. My first step triggered something. As my foot landed on the hard gravel with a soft thud, it all started. Suddenly the wind picked up and turned into a blowing gale, throwint the leaves into a swirl around me. My vision became blurred making the mossy ground before me disappear. The trees, hung low at an akward angle as if held there by an invisible rope, were creaking around me, my eyes watering painfully. I had two options, turn back или carry on. I took the crazy one. With one еще step it all cleared.
I was halfway up by now. I didn't know it but soon my life would become a horror movie of it's own. Everything quickened. A jaw droppingly high scream turned slowly into the howling wind. Painfully high in my ears. The tombstone beside me creaked like the footfall on a loose floorboard. It carried on. With every waking moment it got louder, with it came an odd dust surrounding me up to my knees, making my legs disappear. There was another scream. It took me a while to figure out it was my own. I carried on towards the house, this time much quicker. Why was I doing this?
Walking up the old. rickety steps, myseriously crooked like a Стена picture in a deserted house. Now that I was close I could see that the whole house was crooked. I was scared that one еще blow of the wind and it would topple over. I was even еще scared now, that I was this close, to be able to see the house looming out of the darkness at me. This type of feeling didn't have a name. It was unusual. There was a package on the dorrstep. This package was too clean, too new for this place. It waqs out of place, made me feel that way too. Out of place like a needle in a haystack. There had been life here. Poor Tom the old village postman had had to get all the way up here to deliver the package. If he could do it so could I. I felt a sudden burst of confidence.
This newly found confidence didn't last very long. The only thing that stood between me and going Главная was the old, bedraggled door in front of me. I raised my hand to knock on the door but as I did so, it creaked slowly open. The scream built up in my throat. For a трещина, сплит second, I was sure there was a light on, until suddenly it flicked off. This all happened quickly, but not quick enough for me not to see the grotesque face glaring with blank staring eyes from the gloom. The eyes were the only thing I could see ion the darkness, like two headlights in the nght. As the wind blew the door, it banged into the Стена behind it. Light spilled into the room, illuminating Tom, laying ghostly white on the pannelled floor. I ran quickly. As I ran, the path beneath my feet turned suddenly slippery and winding, as if a giant snake had just errupted from the door. I couldn't breathe. The end was coming, nobody got out of this place alive.
"Bella?"
I screamed.
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The winding, overgrown path lies before me. I'd always been good with horror Фильмы but this was too much. Stupid car breaking down in a place like this. Why did this house have to be the first one I came to. My first step triggered something. As my foot landed on the hard gravel with a soft thud, it all started. Suddenly the wind picked up and turned into a blowing gale, throwint the leaves into a swirl around me. My vision became blurred making the mossy ground before me disappear. The trees, hung low at an akward angle as if held there by an invisible rope, were creaking around me, my eyes watering painfully. I had two options, turn back или carry on. I took the crazy one. With one еще step it all cleared.
I was halfway up by now. I didn't know it but soon my life would become a horror movie of it's own. Everything quickened. A jaw droppingly high scream turned slowly into the howling wind. Painfully high in my ears. The tombstone beside me creaked like the footfall on a loose floorboard. It carried on. With every waking moment it got louder, with it came an odd dust surrounding me up to my knees, making my legs disappear. There was another scream. It took me a while to figure out it was my own. I carried on towards the house, this time much quicker. Why was I doing this?
Walking up the old. rickety steps, myseriously crooked like a Стена picture in a deserted house. Now that I was close I could see that the whole house was crooked. I was scared that one еще blow of the wind and it would topple over. I was even еще scared now, that I was this close, to be able to see the house looming out of the darkness at me. This type of feeling didn't have a name. It was unusual. There was a package on the dorrstep. This package was too clean, too new for this place. It waqs out of place, made me feel that way too. Out of place like a needle in a haystack. There had been life here. Poor Tom the old village postman had had to get all the way up here to deliver the package. If he could do it so could I. I felt a sudden burst of confidence.
This newly found confidence didn't last very long. The only thing that stood between me and going Главная was the old, bedraggled door in front of me. I raised my hand to knock on the door but as I did so, it creaked slowly open. The scream built up in my throat. For a трещина, сплит second, I was sure there was a light on, until suddenly it flicked off. This all happened quickly, but not quick enough for me not to see the grotesque face glaring with blank staring eyes from the gloom. The eyes were the only thing I could see ion the darkness, like two headlights in the nght. As the wind blew the door, it banged into the Стена behind it. Light spilled into the room, illuminating Tom, laying ghostly white on the pannelled floor. I ran quickly. As I ran, the path beneath my feet turned suddenly slippery and winding, as if a giant snake had just errupted from the door. I couldn't breathe. The end was coming, nobody got out of this place alive.
"Bella?"
I screamed.
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Do Ты think britsh people are awesome!
all Ты hove to do is dancce
LA LA LA LA LA clapp your hands togather
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Summit Entertainment isn't wasting any time in their Поиск for a director for New Moon and Eclipse, the much-anticipated follow-ups to their uber-hit vampire flick Twilight. Deadline Hollywood Daily's resident troublemaker Nikki Finke is reporting that they've offered the job to Chris Weitz, director of one of last year's biggest flops, The Golden Compass. Why? Summit reportedly liked the job Weitz did with visual effects on the film, which snagged a 2007 Academy Award for Best Achievement in Visual Effects. New Moon and Eclipse should both demand higher levels of visual effects than the Catherine Hardwicke-directed predecessor, and Weitz's skills will be especially handy should either film's plot be re-written to involve giant polar медведь fights.
Summit Entertainment isn't wasting any time in their Поиск for a director for New Moon and Eclipse, the much-anticipated follow-ups to their uber-hit vampire flick Twilight. Deadline Hollywood Daily's resident troublemaker Nikki Finke is reporting that they've offered the job to Chris Weitz, director of one of last year's biggest flops, The Golden Compass. Why? Summit reportedly liked the job Weitz did with visual effects on the film, which snagged a 2007 Academy Award for Best Achievement in Visual Effects. New Moon and Eclipse should both demand higher levels of visual effects than the Catherine Hardwicke-directed predecessor, and Weitz's skills will be especially handy should either film's plot be re-written to involve giant polar медведь fights.
Calling all jacob fans!
Little question...
In breaking dawn, it is clear that Jacob was only drawn to a part of Bella (the part that is now in Renesmee) rather than Bella her self.
Jacob was always known for being in Любовь with Bella and hated the fact that he would always be секунды best (the best man, the best friend) Далее to Edward (*swoons*).
But once Renesmee is separated from Bella during the delivery, Jacob doesnt feel the strong pull that he felt towards Bella, instead he feels it from another direction (down the stairs)
What are your opinions on this part of the book? and what do Ты think about this twist in the story?
i am curious to hear (read) other peoples views.
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Little question...
In breaking dawn, it is clear that Jacob was only drawn to a part of Bella (the part that is now in Renesmee) rather than Bella her self.
Jacob was always known for being in Любовь with Bella and hated the fact that he would always be секунды best (the best man, the best friend) Далее to Edward (*swoons*).
But once Renesmee is separated from Bella during the delivery, Jacob doesnt feel the strong pull that he felt towards Bella, instead he feels it from another direction (down the stairs)
What are your opinions on this part of the book? and what do Ты think about this twist in the story?
i am curious to hear (read) other peoples views.
Please Комментарий back :)
CherryPop19