She shutters as she hears the familiar voice. The last time she heard him speak it was was he was yelling at her. She had spilled his drink, the one he had ordered her to make. He was thirsty and treated her more like a maid rather than a married couple. That was two years ago to the date. After the shuttering stopped, she froze. She could not get herself to turn around. She was fearful of what might be behind her. She wanted to duck and cover, runaway anything but find out of the voice she heard was really the same voice from her past. He was a sick man, something inside him snapped early on in their marriage. She had not seen it coming. He was a gentle man the whole time they had been dating. Yet, once the I dos were said, it was as if he turned into a perpetual I wont and I don’t though he expected her to will, and would at every beckin call of his towards her.
Cris Nole
The shutter are as cold and abrasive as I remember. An old abandoned house where board come loose at the seams. Where winds blow through like ice. This place was never a home.
A shutter is an object that allows us to sleep with no light peeping out. It is a great way of sleeping. They come in all different colours and different shapes. Some may be bigger than others and some may be smaller.
Loveleen Dhaliwal
Shutters are open and closed. They can come in many sizes and shapes. Shutters provide darkness for us when we sleep. This is a great way of sleeping. Shutters come in all colors. Pink and some purple. Shutters are very useful in everyday life.
Loveleen Dhaliwal
It was a dusty attic. There was a creaking noise when he opened the shutters. Light poured in from the windows onto boxes of memorabilia.This place hadn’t seen daylight in years.
Jacob
The gates that close off the sunlight open up to a bright day. They blockade the light to keep the innards safe.
The shutters of the house were closed, The paint was coming off, peeling away along the blinds, giving it the air of having lepra. A zombie house. It offered the prospect of doom.
Fran Hunne
The shutters are covered in peeling paint, one hanging, threatening to fall right off. He shutters his eyes, willing away the instincts to imagine ghosts where there aren’t any.
As he pulled the shutters down he could sense someone dripping at his back and he moved himself to find a man covered with blood coming towards him. He screamed but all he gained was death.
She ducked back inside and closed the window, running to her shoes. She tried to slip them on as she scurried to the door. It almost caused her to trip down the stairs, but she regained her composure long enough to get outside and throw it all away and she lept into his arms.
Steve and Sebastian sealed the floors, slammed the shutters, and locked the doors. Steve and Sebastian were shut up tight, and they didn’t want guests anymore.
Carl and Christina kept their lights on, their fun nights long, and their voices in song. Steve and Sebastian didn’t like it, but Carl and Christina stayed strong.
She shutters as she hears the familiar voice. The last time she heard him speak it was was he was yelling at her. She had spilled his drink, the one he had ordered her to make. He was thirsty and treated her more like a maid rather than a married couple. That was two years ago to the date. After the shuttering stopped, she froze. She could not get herself to turn around. She was fearful of what might be behind her. She wanted to duck and cover, runaway anything but find out of the voice she heard was really the same voice from her past. He was a sick man, something inside him snapped early on in their marriage. She had not seen it coming. He was a gentle man the whole time they had been dating. Yet, once the I dos were said, it was as if he turned into a perpetual I wont and I don’t though he expected her to will, and would at every beckin call of his towards her.
The shutter are as cold and abrasive as I remember. An old abandoned house where board come loose at the seams. Where winds blow through like ice. This place was never a home.
The shutters crashed loudly against the side of the house. Rachael woke with a start, her heart pounding fiercely in her throat.
A shutter is an object that allows us to sleep with no light peeping out. It is a great way of sleeping. They come in all different colours and different shapes. Some may be bigger than others and some may be smaller.
Shutters are open and closed. They can come in many sizes and shapes. Shutters provide darkness for us when we sleep. This is a great way of sleeping. Shutters come in all colors. Pink and some purple. Shutters are very useful in everyday life.
It was a dusty attic. There was a creaking noise when he opened the shutters. Light poured in from the windows onto boxes of memorabilia.This place hadn’t seen daylight in years.
The gates that close off the sunlight open up to a bright day. They blockade the light to keep the innards safe.
The shutters of the house were closed, The paint was coming off, peeling away along the blinds, giving it the air of having lepra. A zombie house. It offered the prospect of doom.
The shutters are covered in peeling paint, one hanging, threatening to fall right off. He shutters his eyes, willing away the instincts to imagine ghosts where there aren’t any.
As he pulled the shutters down he could sense someone dripping at his back and he moved himself to find a man covered with blood coming towards him. He screamed but all he gained was death.
She ducked back inside and closed the window, running to her shoes. She tried to slip them on as she scurried to the door. It almost caused her to trip down the stairs, but she regained her composure long enough to get outside and throw it all away and she lept into his arms.
Steve and Sebastian sealed the floors, slammed the shutters, and locked the doors. Steve and Sebastian were shut up tight, and they didn’t want guests anymore.
Carl and Christina kept their lights on, their fun nights long, and their voices in song. Steve and Sebastian didn’t like it, but Carl and Christina stayed strong.