The Cut Finger

           

            It was my first time making a meal for my family, so I decided to make carrot cake. I had all the ingredients and was ready to show off my new food until I got distracted.  I was cutting the carrots with my mauve, steel knife and all of a sudden I cut my finger.  I was tearful.  I screamed and moaned in pain.  My mom came in running.  She grabbed the phone from under the table and dialed 911 for the ambulance.  I was rushed to the hospital. I never cooked a meal for my family ever again.

THE SOUND 

                    I was going upstairs to my room, when I suddenly heard sounds coming from the kitchen.  I was frightened.  Why were there sounds?  No one was home other than me.  I quietly crept downstairs to check.  No was there.  I thought I was just hearing things.  But, again I heard sounds.  I quickly went downstairs. I saw two weird creatures eating my leftover pizza.  My hands started to tremble and my whole body was shaking.  I could not speak.  As the weather changed, they disappeared.  What just happened?  Where did they go?  I was so confused.  

LOST

            I opened the cemetery gates with my cold, clammy hands. It was midnight. As soon as I stepped through, my lungs closed up like they were being squeezed together, I could barely breathe. I turned on my flashlight and started walking forwards to the center, hoping to find the biggest tombstone. My palms were sweaty and I was losing grip on my saber. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind the bushes.  I looked back and saw nothing.  I continued to walk towards what I believed to be the center area. I realized I had been walking in circles.  I looked in front and behind.  Which way?