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flower of love.

As I hold this flower I feel the real power of love tingling in my hands. The tingling sensation of love makes me think of my mum when she dyed 3 years ago,I was over seas and I could not go to her funirl. How much I hated my self for not going was unbearible. But now I can think of all fun things me and mum did, most of all to hold this flower that my father gave my mother for mothers day 2 weeks before she died.

By Greg Bentley.

I am standing in a lobby with two other people and we have been trapped in an abandoned hospital. We are in a white room and it has foam on its walls so we could not kill or hurt ourselves. I do not know how long we have been in here for but I think it is about four to ten days. We have had no food and I can always here a loud screaming noise. and It always gets closer and closer. Today the doors unlocked and now we can get out. I am out now and I have meet up with a guy that does not know his name and neither do I. ‘eahahahah,’ the sound is coming closer, now I know what it is. A spirit, I can’t touch it but I know it can kill people. It hates light and if you shine a light on it it will not harm you. A while later we meet up with a girl that was swimming in a pool. She said that she knows that we are going to die and she knows what is killing us. We carry on and meet up with some other people but there is a locked gate in the way. We need to get through it. Then I here the scream again, I run over to the swimming pool lockers and grab the crowbar. I run back to the gate and force the gate open and run through, but its to late we are all dead just like that.

by Gregory Bentley.