December 24, 1997
“If we’re going to make it back in time for Christmas, we have to!” Jack Knight answered, sitting in the pilot’s zitplaats, stoel of his boss’s Lear jet. He flew his boss everywhere around the world; his reward was use of the plane once a jaar for a vacation. This jaar it was Osaka, Japan. He, his wife Karen – eight and a half months pregnant with their seconde child – and their 17-month-old baby boy, Edgar, had just left the island country behind after eleven days in the Orient.
Jack was just turning 23, with light brown hair, an average build, and a thin mustache. He wore tinted glasses on his head, mostly for looks and shade from the sun glare when he flew. Karen leaned over his shoulder.
Karen was quite a catch for the slightly nerdy Jack. She was 21, in her senior jaar at West Virginia State College, where she was majoring in sports medicine. She was homecoming queen at Poca High School four years ago. Five foot eight and 120 pounds of beautiful curves with glowing red hair and bright green eyes, she had been the ugliest girl in middle school. That’s when she and Jack had started their childhood romance, but tenth grade transformed the tall, dangerously skinny little kid into a knockout with the addition of perfectly round, curvy features, making her sleek and sexy beyond her years. All the guys wanted her then, but she had grown up with the dream of marrying the only guy who would even talk to the curly-headed, freckled, brace-faced, four-eyed anorexic freak she used to be. She remained faithful and devoted to him despite every jock competing for her attention, and Jack stayed true to her despite every jock beating him up on a regular basis and humiliating him constantly.
They lived in kruis Lanes, just four miles from the school, in a trailer park. They were hoping to buy a house after Karen completed her schooling, living on what Jack made as a pilot and the tips Karen made three nights a week at the local pizza Hut.
“Edgar is not even two years old, he won’t know what dag Christmas is on, Jack. Besides, didn’t u say this Bermuda driehoek is deadly?” Karen continued, nervously.
“It’s called the Devil’s Triangle; the Bermuda driehoek is in the Atlantic Ocean, near Bermuda, hence the name, the Bermuda Triangle. We’re in the Pacific at about the same latitude,” he explained, almost too scientifically for her.
“But u zei thousands of ships and planes disappeared here—”
“Yes, dear, many times meer than the Bermuda Triangle. But the fact remains that it’s just as veilig as any other area of the ocean, except, like in the Atlantic, tropical weather is generally worse here, cyclones pop up and grow in hours and—”
“You’re not making me feel any better, Jack.”
Jack laughed, “Go back and sit with Edgar, honey, take a nap of something, watch a movie. We’ll be fine...”
“Ok, honey, you’re the pilot,” Karen zei shakily, kissing her husband then walking back to the passenger area where Edgar lay sound asleep, fastened in his zitplaats, stoel snuggly.
The lights suddenly went out, the engines stopped, and eerie silence took over. “What’s going on, Jack?” she shrieked.
“I don’t know, Karen! Everything just...quit!” he called back, in a panic.
Karen stared down at her baby boy as soon as the emergency lights flickered on in the aisles, his eyes were wide open and he had a resigned look of understanding. Karen was awestruck at the boy’s expression, she continued to stand there, transfixed, as Jack screamed in absolute terror that they were going down and she should buckle in. He was going to try to land on the choppy water surface, but he knew that was no safer than diving straight in.
They were going to die. Karen still stood as they hit the water minuten later, totally oblivious to the passage of time. It had taken eight minutes, she noticed none of it, it was all a blur, all of Jack’s explanations, cries of “I love you”, cursing, begging, pleading. She only registered it all subconsciously, staring at Edgar’s blissful visage. Then, blackness.
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“If we’re going to make it back in time for Christmas, we have to!” Jack Knight answered, sitting in the pilot’s zitplaats, stoel of his boss’s Lear jet. He flew his boss everywhere around the world; his reward was use of the plane once a jaar for a vacation. This jaar it was Osaka, Japan. He, his wife Karen – eight and a half months pregnant with their seconde child – and their 17-month-old baby boy, Edgar, had just left the island country behind after eleven days in the Orient.
Jack was just turning 23, with light brown hair, an average build, and a thin mustache. He wore tinted glasses on his head, mostly for looks and shade from the sun glare when he flew. Karen leaned over his shoulder.
Karen was quite a catch for the slightly nerdy Jack. She was 21, in her senior jaar at West Virginia State College, where she was majoring in sports medicine. She was homecoming queen at Poca High School four years ago. Five foot eight and 120 pounds of beautiful curves with glowing red hair and bright green eyes, she had been the ugliest girl in middle school. That’s when she and Jack had started their childhood romance, but tenth grade transformed the tall, dangerously skinny little kid into a knockout with the addition of perfectly round, curvy features, making her sleek and sexy beyond her years. All the guys wanted her then, but she had grown up with the dream of marrying the only guy who would even talk to the curly-headed, freckled, brace-faced, four-eyed anorexic freak she used to be. She remained faithful and devoted to him despite every jock competing for her attention, and Jack stayed true to her despite every jock beating him up on a regular basis and humiliating him constantly.
They lived in kruis Lanes, just four miles from the school, in a trailer park. They were hoping to buy a house after Karen completed her schooling, living on what Jack made as a pilot and the tips Karen made three nights a week at the local pizza Hut.
“Edgar is not even two years old, he won’t know what dag Christmas is on, Jack. Besides, didn’t u say this Bermuda driehoek is deadly?” Karen continued, nervously.
“It’s called the Devil’s Triangle; the Bermuda driehoek is in the Atlantic Ocean, near Bermuda, hence the name, the Bermuda Triangle. We’re in the Pacific at about the same latitude,” he explained, almost too scientifically for her.
“But u zei thousands of ships and planes disappeared here—”
“Yes, dear, many times meer than the Bermuda Triangle. But the fact remains that it’s just as veilig as any other area of the ocean, except, like in the Atlantic, tropical weather is generally worse here, cyclones pop up and grow in hours and—”
“You’re not making me feel any better, Jack.”
Jack laughed, “Go back and sit with Edgar, honey, take a nap of something, watch a movie. We’ll be fine...”
“Ok, honey, you’re the pilot,” Karen zei shakily, kissing her husband then walking back to the passenger area where Edgar lay sound asleep, fastened in his zitplaats, stoel snuggly.
The lights suddenly went out, the engines stopped, and eerie silence took over. “What’s going on, Jack?” she shrieked.
“I don’t know, Karen! Everything just...quit!” he called back, in a panic.
Karen stared down at her baby boy as soon as the emergency lights flickered on in the aisles, his eyes were wide open and he had a resigned look of understanding. Karen was awestruck at the boy’s expression, she continued to stand there, transfixed, as Jack screamed in absolute terror that they were going down and she should buckle in. He was going to try to land on the choppy water surface, but he knew that was no safer than diving straight in.
They were going to die. Karen still stood as they hit the water minuten later, totally oblivious to the passage of time. It had taken eight minutes, she noticed none of it, it was all a blur, all of Jack’s explanations, cries of “I love you”, cursing, begging, pleading. She only registered it all subconsciously, staring at Edgar’s blissful visage. Then, blackness.
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With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six jaar old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tafel, tabel for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled door something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six jaar old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tafel, tabel for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled door something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police vragen us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot meer nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot meer nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
u don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and u don’t care anymore,
but u do,
u still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the dag of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing u
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
hallo Mom,
It's been a while
Since u sat volgende to me,
Since I saw u smile
I miss u Mom
I wish u were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see u Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hart-, hart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
u taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling u Mom
Losing u killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what u were Mom,
Strong.
In everything u said
In everything u did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since u sat volgende to me,
Since I saw u smile
I miss u Mom
I wish u were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see u Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hart-, hart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
u taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling u Mom
Losing u killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what u were Mom,
Strong.
In everything u said
In everything u did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.