This is one I pick about ghosts.
If wewe pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If wewe haven't, here's a link:
link
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The camp counsler gathered the kids around the fire. "Let me tell wewe a ghost story.
I found a diary entry. I found it kwa a burnt chruch. wewe want to hear it? Well, I will read it.
Dear Journal,
I went mad. I didn't mean too. I burn down the church. I...I...I killed and I made my sins. Wait! There's scratching at my door! No! No! N---
The rest was torn. I went inside the church and I almost vomited. There was the remains of the saint on the middle of the floor. I felt something touch me. I slowly turned. It. The ghost of the old saint was demonly disturbing. He pointed to his right.
'You want me to go that way?'
He nods and vanishes. I went in that direction and came upon a cementry and chapel. "Alas. Why would he bbring me here?" I looked around for clues. I went up to the chapel and knocked. A skinny priest answered, 'Yes?'
'Hi, I came from the burnt chruch and the ghost of the old saint pointed this way and I--'
He grabbed me, dragged in the chapel and killed me there. My remains were never found. I still haunt there every night. The priest? He hunged himself mad. "
One of the kids asked, "If wewe were killed?" and put her hand on his chest. It went through. He smiled evily. They all screamed and one kwa one, they were killed unusually.
If wewe pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If wewe haven't, here's a link:
link
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The camp counsler gathered the kids around the fire. "Let me tell wewe a ghost story.
I found a diary entry. I found it kwa a burnt chruch. wewe want to hear it? Well, I will read it.
Dear Journal,
I went mad. I didn't mean too. I burn down the church. I...I...I killed and I made my sins. Wait! There's scratching at my door! No! No! N---
The rest was torn. I went inside the church and I almost vomited. There was the remains of the saint on the middle of the floor. I felt something touch me. I slowly turned. It. The ghost of the old saint was demonly disturbing. He pointed to his right.
'You want me to go that way?'
He nods and vanishes. I went in that direction and came upon a cementry and chapel. "Alas. Why would he bbring me here?" I looked around for clues. I went up to the chapel and knocked. A skinny priest answered, 'Yes?'
'Hi, I came from the burnt chruch and the ghost of the old saint pointed this way and I--'
He grabbed me, dragged in the chapel and killed me there. My remains were never found. I still haunt there every night. The priest? He hunged himself mad. "
One of the kids asked, "If wewe were killed?" and put her hand on his chest. It went through. He smiled evily. They all screamed and one kwa one, they were killed unusually.
Apparently, there is suppose to be zaidi Muggle classes like painting at Hogwarts. But the Ministry refused because our last Muggle Studies professor got killed kwa Lord Voldemort (sorry) and they think we should learn zaidi magic than learning what Muggles do.
I want wewe guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want zaidi Muggle classes. zaidi magic classes. au both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.
I want wewe guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want zaidi Muggle classes. zaidi magic classes. au both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.
((This is in now way Potter-related. It's just a quick scene. Any of wewe with siblings can sympathize.))
*my phone rings*
Em: hujambo Sis!
*click*
*phone rings again*
Em: Hey. Hey. Hey.
*click*
*Mom's phone rings*
Em: She hung up on me!
Mom: And that's surprising?
Em: I'm going to try again.
*click*
*my phone rings*
Em: Hi.
Me: No.
*click*
And there wewe have it. Something we can all relate to in some way.
Special thanks to my sister and my mom for inspiring this little scene. Yes, this will eventually happen.
*my phone rings*
Em: hujambo Sis!
*click*
*phone rings again*
Em: Hey. Hey. Hey.
*click*
*Mom's phone rings*
Em: She hung up on me!
Mom: And that's surprising?
Em: I'm going to try again.
*click*
*my phone rings*
Em: Hi.
Me: No.
*click*
And there wewe have it. Something we can all relate to in some way.
Special thanks to my sister and my mom for inspiring this little scene. Yes, this will eventually happen.