FaithlessHer breath comes out in small clouds in the frigid air. What little light that exists in the small, dark room reflects off of her warm vaporous breath enough to see that. She doesn't know how long she's been in here, but it's felt like hours. She doesn't know how she got here's either. When she woke up it was just as cold and dark. She is lying on the ground with her hands bound behind he back and her ankles tied together. Screaming was a task she gave up quite a while ago; same goes for struggling. She came to the assumption that the room was soundproofed due to the fact that she hadn't heard so much as a footstep outside the whole time she's been awake. The door clicks and her eyes shoot wide open. She hears the door unlock with the turn of a key. Slowly it opens. The sound of metal on metal makes her shudder. It seems the door is very heavy. Light pours into the dark room, blinding her unprepared eyes. Once her eyes adjust, she sees two men. Both of them wear worn-out burlap masks.
A TestHe looked down to the young girl with confusion. Why does she do this? Has she no idea who I am? The reaper wonders to himself. The girl, however, simply smiles with her arms stretched out to him. She has a glimmer of pure innocence in her eyes. Something new stirs in the reaper, a feeling he's only ever heard of. Pity. Following that came compassion. He had no clue what to do. What is happening? He thought to himself. What is wrong with me? This overwhelming confusion made the reaper angry. It's a trick! How could I have been fooled by a mere child?! The black veins coursing up the back and sides of his skull pulsated with his growing fury. The girl's expression dulled a bit when she saw this and her arms drooped. But only seconds later, her soft, sweet smile returned. This infuriated the reaper even more. This child is mocking me! With that he snapped. The reaper swallowed the poor girl's souls right up. It was a test. He thought to himself. And I passed.
EyesWalking down the street, I get the feeling that every person dreads. Every few seconds I once again resist the urge to check behind me. It's not like I can hear anything back there, so why would I need to check? However, when my keys drop, so does my heart. I stop immediately, but the thing behind me took an extra step. Now all doubt was gone, but a new question arises. Do I dare look at my unknown companion? My body answers for me as my feet slowly start turning me around. I squeeze my eyes shut and finish the turn. A few seconds pass and I finally get up the nerve to open my eyes, but when I do I cannot believe what I see. It is like I'm looking into a mirror. Everything from the tight outfit to the sloppy bun atop my head is exactly the same. Everything, that is, except for the eyes. While my eyes are a dull blue, its eyes are all black. They stare at me blankly. I can't look away, and the longer I stare into those eyes, the colder I get. My limbs are heavy and weak as I slowly make
My procrastination resultsEducation is lame. Stay out of school kids. Never read the prince. This paper is stupid. I can’t even think of a topic sentence. Pretty sure I bombed the test too. I don’t understand this crap. Everyone thinks I do but I don’t. I get math. Give me an equation and some numbers and I’ll have your answer shortly, but ask me about Machiavelli and my brain takes a vacation to Fiji. They probably don’t have to read the prince in Fiji. Wonder what their history class is like there.. probably something like “eh we don’t get into that war crap. Let’s party” *intense tropical dubstep beat drops and all the school children have a huge dance party* wonder what kind of music is popular in Fiji…hopefully not country. I hate country. It all sounds the same. At least to me it does. Hmm…what if aliens look down at humans and are like “ what one are you talking about man?? They all look the same!!” then they fly down in their