The monsters flowed toward her, shrouds of dark anger. She spotted her refuge less than 20 meters away and ran faster, the prospect of escape pushing her on. Finally, she arrived at the base of the tower, panting. Her breath trembled as she grasped the rain-slicked stones of the tower. Slowly and steadily, she made her way up. At the halfway point, she risked a look down. The dizzying height almost made her lose a grip, and she forced herself to look up. The climb felt endless, and she was so tired now. Would it hurt to just let go…?

As the tower loomed menacingly in the night sky. Bob stood there, looking up at the tower that reached into the night sky and farther beyond. Clutching his sword, Bob went up to the door of the tower and silently entered, sensing for any signs of sound or movement in the darkness. Sensing something coming up behind him, Bob dove to the left just as a spear passed through right where his head was. Twisting, Bob thrust his sword at his attacker, stabbing him in the chest. Fighting, Bob went up the rest of the tower.

The tall eroding spire seemed to crumble under the force of the wind, as I neared I heard a faint scurrying of rats. On the starboard side of the spire sat an old oak wood door. I yanked on the handle, it didn’t budge. I then resorted to kicking it in, BOOM the door fell off the frame and I stepped inside. Inside there was a spiral staircase, with several steps missing. As I neared the top I saw a faint splash of light in a tower filled with darkness. At the top was a magnificent view of the ocean.

Under a great cherry red mushroom tree sat an old wistful man he guided travellers and taught his knowledge to anyone who would listen. One day an equally wrinkled old man named Jerome floated down the river in a carved wooden boat he said he lost his oar. The first man named Jeremy happily agreed to help; they then came upon a kingdom with strict rules and an equally strict ruler. The two men came upon this kingdom and taught the locals kindness and respect suddenly the kingdom was a place of kindness and prosperity with forgiveness instead of punishment

The boat was very creaky and when we boarded the boat, it left the dock by itself. I am a wizard. A wizard that uses mushrooms. My friends are with me are a warrior, an ape, and an Emporer. We are stuck inside a cave underground.  When the boat started moving the inside of the cave lit up. After a few minutes, the boat stopped. I took a mushroom off my hat and cast a spell to power the boat. It worked! It was like it had an engine on it. We got off, Then we all died of starvation.

The wistful girl sat by the window, looking longingly at the beautiful scenery. In all her fourteen years of life, she had never been outside. Today she decided to change that. So she gathered her wrinkled puppy up in her arms and stepped outside. She felt free and started to run, her furry companion right behind her. She couldn’t believe her aunt had the silly rule of not letting her outside. As she ran she spotted mushrooms and a big lake. Sitting on the sand was a small boat and an oar. She hopped in and paddled into the sunset. 

The old man wrinkled with age, woke up wistfully dreaming of a boat. He lived in a forest with lush green grass, vibrant wildflowers, and mushrooms. He must have mushrooms because that was a rule. So he set out, searching for a boat. Suddenly, he came upon a tree, but this wasn’t just any tree, it was a magical tree. It grew dreams. Thousands of dreams grew on this tree, hats, busses, dolls, bikes, cats, telephones, oars, teddy bears, and there was his boat. His boat was perfect. He set his boat into a tiny pond and he was happy.

In a quaint little village, called Tibwan, children began to disappear. They were getting stolen by creatures that lived in the nearby woodlands. There were no rules in the forest, but all that went in, wistful and hopeful for treasure and glory, came out wrinkled and in disarray, or never came out at all. One day, a little child by the name of Margarette set out to explore, with her odd assortment of belongings, which consisted of mushrooms, shoes, and miniature oars her papa had whittled for her, only days ago. As Margarette walked down a deserted cobblestone path, a dark whirling cloud of what appeared to be dust began to drift towards her.

As we walked into the castle, there was lots of mist and fog coming from two hallways. “We split up. Sara and I go left, and Tom and you go right.” I said. We crept through the left-wing of the castle with flashlights. I was clearly ready for anything to jump at me. “HELP! JUMPING SPIDERS ARE AFTER US!!” Kelly yelled. Well, that’s ironic. Something jumped at them. After we got that settled, Sara said something about darkness. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the room.“It’s like the castle will make whatever we say!” I said. “Heaven,” I said. Then suddenly, it appeared. 

After work, Jimmy Neutron was exhausted. The afternoon sky was dark and gloomy and looked like it was going to rain. His house was old and broken. The doors creaked and the house swayed side to side. The staircase was missing steps and was leaning to one side. His living room was dark and the furniture was ripped and filled ruth dirt. He had a suspicion that there was someone living in the house with him. His bed was all messed up even though he fixed the bed that morning. When Jimmy was watching tv, suddenly, darkness enveloped the room.