Red Roses

One day when a young women was driving her car she got a text. The text wrote, Red Roses, Red Roses I'm in your continent. She thought the person had sent it to the wrong person so she just ignored it.

 2 weeks later she got another text message, it said Red Roses, Red roses I'm in your country. Now she was starting to get a little freaked ou, she always kept her eye's open. A month later she got another text message saying, Red Roses, Red Roses I'm in your state. Now she slept with shivers under her covers.

 6 weeks later she got another text message now it wrote, Red Roses, Red Roses I'm in your city. Now she was really freaked out. Now she slept with a gun under her pillow, goosebumps were scattered all over, she shivered in her sleep, she feels she is going to die very, very soon. I think she wanted too.

3 weeks later she got another text message, now it said Red Roses, Red roses I'm in your neighborhood. Now she didn't leave her house ever. She just couldn't do it. A force was holding her back.

1 week later in her house at night she got another text message.  Red Roses, Red Roses I'm in your house. She quickly grabbed her gun from under her bed. She heard footsteps in her house  then she heard a door close. She looked out her window and saw a figure leaving. She quickly jumped back into bed.

 5 weeks later she was in her car again and got another text it said Red Roses, Red Roses I'm in your car. She quickly turned around and saw her grandfather with a bloody knife. She looked at her chest and saw a bloody hole, as her vision faded away she heard her grandfather whispering Red Roses, Red Roses.

"Trick or Treat!" Cathy, Elly, and Lavender chirruped.  As candies were scooped into their bags, the girls stared in awe at their treats.

"Ooh, you got a sour patch and- Elly stop stealing my reeses!" This year, the girls were determined to do as many houses as they could this year.  Their laughter was a tiny spark in an inky, drab world of ghosts and pirates and vampires.

Pretty soon, they had done every house on the block.  "Let's go home for pizza and we'll look at our booty." Cathy played around with the fake sword in her pirate costume.

"Not yet, there's still one more house. Right there." Lavender gestured towards the house at the end of the block.  It was made out of deep red bricks and had inky black shudders that blended into the night.  There were no lights.

"Puh-lease. The people in there would be bugged and call our parents if we came asking for CANDY." Elly said.

"C'mon, let's go," Lavender dragged along her two unwilling friends.  The chilled breeze gusted around a rocking chair, in which was a bowl of candy filled to the brim with all the girls' favorite treats: Almond joys, sour patches, Reeses cups, Pocky, hershey kisses, Twizzlers.... It certainly looked tempting.

"That looks good," Elly said.

"Won't they get mad at us if we take it?" Cathy looked around.

Lavender clucked her tongue. "Aah, always the Ms. goody-goody. Those folks probably left it out there because they were tired but wanted us to eat.  Come on."  She reached her hand into the bowl.....

And thought she would never stop screaming.

Thick, grotesque nails scratched at her wrists from a slimy, disgusting hand.  Its skin clung so tightly to its bones that some of it was ripped and decaying red flesh showed.  Though it looked so harmless and weak, Lavender pulled and tugged but couldn't get her hand out.  It was dragging her in and she tried to get out.  She was like a magnet. Finally, Cathy  and Elly who had been helping, snatched her and Lanvender tore away while Cathy smashed the arm with her fake sword and it retreated into the bowl, its candy illusions flickering away.  To reveal....

Bones. The bones of children.

Where I'm From

                                                I'm from the weeping willows that swished
                                                                outside my window,
                                                             to the soft breeze that
                                              tickled my face as I ran through the woods.

                                       I'm from the loud howl of the coyotes deep
                                                              in the woods,
                              To the occasional black widow spider building its web on my wall.
    
                                                      I'm from that huge wave of
                                                                  sorrow that
                                                     Washed over me when I realized it
                                                                 would all be gone,
                                                      to the aches in my face when we left.

                                                                   I am from California 
                                                     

Wants

To do what he can't do because of his missing knee and a arm.

Says

 He doesn't say or talk lot. He only talks rarely to his family.

Feels

All his friends can do a lot more than him. He is jealous.

Does

Almost nothing: watches TV,

Late

I'm late. I don't know what I'm late for but I know I'm late. It's too late to get there, wherever "there is", so I don't try like everyone else at the bus stop.
My coat's wet. It's snowing, but it's all melting fast. Winter symbolizes death.
My death.
The death of everyone here.

9:00             Early
I wake up. I don't waste any time pondering what I'm gonna do today. I make my breakfast, get all my stuff, and run to the bus stop.
All I do is hope I'm not late.
Late is not a simple concept in this world. I symbolizes existence. Earliness is the goal in this universe, because if you are not where you need to be by 12:00, you forfeit everything.
Everything

Here are my directions for the Dictionary Story!

https://docs.google.com/a/k051.org/presentation/d/1RslNqvZFDS2OQWXKeYHNdkoFE6QEK6M_XzhqwdMVX2U/edit#slide=id.p