I went upstairs to visit my grandfather one last time. He was going away for a long time my mother said, but never really explained where explained exactly where he was going.
Fallon Simmons
I went upstairs. I enjoyed the journey because it gave me an uplifting experience. I rely cant understand why it is that people don’t travel up the stairs more often. I feel that people rely should.
Jamie
The sounds weren’t so easy to ignore, but if she turned up the TV loud enough they faded. Upstairs was where the bad things happened, but she knew better than to go up and try to stop them. Because if she went upstairs, the bad things might get her too.
upstairs, in the attic. in the attic are treasures unseen to mankind. they’ve been there, oh, since like forever. every generation has something to offer. a time capsule in your own home. from phonographs to 8-tracks. what will you discover?
there had always been something strange, something forbidden about going up those stairs and into the attic. She had’nt been told NOT to go upstairs, but to not go into the attic. Those were the specific instructions her mother had given her.
Shannon
falling up the stairs is really unfortunate. I have recieved many a bruise from doing so. i used to dream about flying from upstairs to downstairs and wake up wondering if that was really true. we have 15 stairs in my house. i count them frequently.
Michelle
The upstairs was dank and dark. They wandered higher and higher until it seemed as though they were leaving the ground behind entirely. The world slipped away and nothing was left but the upstairs. Finally, she realized that it wasn’t upstairs at all. Just the highest part of her mind.
Manuela
upstairs I heard them banging away, hammers I mean. You know, like the cats that jump off of bureau’s and startle the hell out of you, like the hot summer days when your sweat drips like a burden off of your brow onto the floor and only the one you love will get so close that you kill eachother in the stifling embrace.
Dana
She avoided going upstairs for the longest time. It wasn’t that she feared heights or the spiders that might lurk there. There was just too much of an ominous feeling around what was kept upstairs.
Jessica
i heard the noise upstairs again. not quite crying, maybe whimpering. does it feel trapped here like i do?
shane patrick
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I could hear it from upstairs.
I was scared.
I was only 7.
I knew what was happening.
Scream.
There it was.
The proof.
It was out there.
I couldn’t stop it.
I know I should have tried.
Now my sister has been raped by my dad…
There is no up, only down. I walk ahead, straight, then i turn around, back. There is no left, there is no right. Only forwards. Always forwards. But sometimes forwards isn’t enough. Sometimes i crave the change. Sometimes, i want to move up.
I wish to stay up here with you until the sun comes up in the morning. Cant we just forget our roles and remember our youthfulness? God, we were so close yet, so far removed from each other.
She ran upstairs, screaming as loud as she could. He followed her.
John
talia’s word was upstairs. this is absurd. how am i supposed to come up with something creative when i already saw someone else’s creation using this exact word? but of course talia and i would get the same word. figures. that’s my life.
justin
too lazy to go, too enticed by the comforting rolls of the duvet, like a sea of comfort I want to crawl in and let the soft waves crash over me
hattydee
dreading the walk too lazy to get my book from my bedroom, too tempted by the rolls of duvet
hattydee
I always wondered what they could be doing up there for so long. Honestly it seemed as though they enjoyed their bedroom more than they did any other room in this house. This house happens to be the largest on the block.
..it was some thirty odd years ago..i was walking to her house to walk to school with her.the light in her upstairs bedroom was on and the curtains open.i was drawn to the light just in time to see her slipping on her bra.it was the most erotic thing that i have ever seen..me and probably half the people driving by on main street…
Stepping down each step takes me an inch closer to my death. The death of my dreams, my imaginarium. I don’t wanna die like this. I want to leave this universe in the most awesome and unique way. I’ll think about it before I die.
Anabeth
..it was some thirty odd years ago..i was walking to her house to walk to school with her.the light in her upstairs bedroom was only and the curtain s open.i was drawn to the light just in time to see her slipping her on bra.it was the most erotic thing that i have ever seen..and probably half the people driving by on main street…
he was alone and nothing was there. Upstairs a woman was making eggs for her starvoing children. she didn’t know about the man living downstairs and his plan to kill them later in the night. the water boils, the cildren are screaming.
Kaia
Upstairs was grandma, too ill to come down. I played in the kitchen all the time, or stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the banister, afraid to go up. It smelled like old lady, and old perfume, and I was afraid she would call me to come to her if she saw me.
It was cold down here. The wind was breaking through the walls. It was hard to imagine what it would be up there.. But to go up is to bring the past. There’s no going back.
slighte
“The control is upstairs,” Mina called urgently as the RobTron 2000 now began systematically disassembling the entertainment center. “I’m sorry Mom,” Reginald said as he raced downstairs holding the smaller silver remote. “I guess we need to look at his word interpretation program. When I told him to clean *up* the living room, he must have understood, “clean *out* the living room.”
Izolda
The stair creaks as I step on to it. I go up one, then two, then three, always cautious of what might happen. The darkness awaiting me is impenetrable, and I fear what may be lurking inside. I took the last step into the unknown, and then knew no more.
Kimberley
upstairs there was a monster sitting in my room. I was afraid of this monster – deathly so. He had huge eyes and a mean face, i thought he was going to eat me. Finally, i faced my fears and went upstairs to meet him. Turns out, hes a nice guy! We played chess and talked about the nastiness of my English teacher.
Peter
He pretends to listen to all the others, to be absorbed in whatever shallow thoughts they are rambling on about. But in all reality his glances steal to the stairs, half-hidden, that lead upwards into the darkness. They lead up to the hallway, that leads to the locked door. There’s no way he could logically hear them, what with all the noise from the party, but somehow his brain supplies that he can. He can hear the whispered words and the labored breaths; he can hear the one he loves and also the one he hates.
there were three people who lived above. I never knew their names, but the smallest, the boy, would always throw things down the stairs. This was the source of man, many arguments between the parents, who must have been between 25 and 29 years old. Something about them was odd
o
The sound came form upstairs…it was faint, like a moan, a call for help!
Jessica didnt know how to react at first, should she call the police, or go investigate herself?
kyla
oh the sounds that come from
the room above
the booming rhythm
bounding the four walls
i can feel it from way down here
two floors downstairs
Alene Tan
I’ll climb to the roof, slowly.
When I get to the roof, I won’t stop.
I will climb until I reach the sky.
Nat
After that I was too afraid to go upstairs. I could feel him all around me even a year after he was gone. All of his clothes were still scattered on the floor. Every breath still stuck behind the door.
there were bats upstairs. creaky bats, dark brown and black. the lady that lived downstairs was afraid, but she wasn’t afraid of their squeaks, only of the loneliness that they represented. she wanted to be like them one day, free.
holley
I don’t often go upstairs.
I daren’t go there when the light bulb is broken, because of the man up there with the long arms.
This word always makes me think of a place in a house where you always need permission to go to. You always enter a house on the bottom floor and you never wander up to the top just out of curiosity.
Keaton
I go upstairs sometimes to be alone in my room and think. I can reach new levels of brain stimulation when I am at an elevated level by myself or with others. Being upstairs is my favorite.
I went upstairs to visit my grandfather one last time. He was going away for a long time my mother said, but never really explained where explained exactly where he was going.
I went upstairs. I enjoyed the journey because it gave me an uplifting experience. I rely cant understand why it is that people don’t travel up the stairs more often. I feel that people rely should.
The sounds weren’t so easy to ignore, but if she turned up the TV loud enough they faded. Upstairs was where the bad things happened, but she knew better than to go up and try to stop them. Because if she went upstairs, the bad things might get her too.
upstairs, in the attic. in the attic are treasures unseen to mankind. they’ve been there, oh, since like forever. every generation has something to offer. a time capsule in your own home. from phonographs to 8-tracks. what will you discover?
there had always been something strange, something forbidden about going up those stairs and into the attic. She had’nt been told NOT to go upstairs, but to not go into the attic. Those were the specific instructions her mother had given her.
falling up the stairs is really unfortunate. I have recieved many a bruise from doing so. i used to dream about flying from upstairs to downstairs and wake up wondering if that was really true. we have 15 stairs in my house. i count them frequently.
The upstairs was dank and dark. They wandered higher and higher until it seemed as though they were leaving the ground behind entirely. The world slipped away and nothing was left but the upstairs. Finally, she realized that it wasn’t upstairs at all. Just the highest part of her mind.
upstairs I heard them banging away, hammers I mean. You know, like the cats that jump off of bureau’s and startle the hell out of you, like the hot summer days when your sweat drips like a burden off of your brow onto the floor and only the one you love will get so close that you kill eachother in the stifling embrace.
She avoided going upstairs for the longest time. It wasn’t that she feared heights or the spiders that might lurk there. There was just too much of an ominous feeling around what was kept upstairs.
i heard the noise upstairs again. not quite crying, maybe whimpering. does it feel trapped here like i do?
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I could hear it from upstairs.
I was scared.
I was only 7.
I knew what was happening.
Scream.
There it was.
The proof.
It was out there.
I couldn’t stop it.
I know I should have tried.
Now my sister has been raped by my dad…
There is no up, only down. I walk ahead, straight, then i turn around, back. There is no left, there is no right. Only forwards. Always forwards. But sometimes forwards isn’t enough. Sometimes i crave the change. Sometimes, i want to move up.
I wish to stay up here with you until the sun comes up in the morning. Cant we just forget our roles and remember our youthfulness? God, we were so close yet, so far removed from each other.
i went upstairs to find that my room was gone and in its place was a vortex. so i jumped in and landed in a parallel world.
She ran upstairs, screaming as loud as she could. He followed her.
talia’s word was upstairs. this is absurd. how am i supposed to come up with something creative when i already saw someone else’s creation using this exact word? but of course talia and i would get the same word. figures. that’s my life.
too lazy to go, too enticed by the comforting rolls of the duvet, like a sea of comfort I want to crawl in and let the soft waves crash over me
dreading the walk too lazy to get my book from my bedroom, too tempted by the rolls of duvet
I always wondered what they could be doing up there for so long. Honestly it seemed as though they enjoyed their bedroom more than they did any other room in this house. This house happens to be the largest on the block.
The room upstairs. The gloom and dust mixed with time long gone. The smell of old furniture, books and China dolls. I wish to live there forever.
..it was some thirty odd years ago..i was walking to her house to walk to school with her.the light in her upstairs bedroom was on and the curtains open.i was drawn to the light just in time to see her slipping on her bra.it was the most erotic thing that i have ever seen..me and probably half the people driving by on main street…
Stepping down each step takes me an inch closer to my death. The death of my dreams, my imaginarium. I don’t wanna die like this. I want to leave this universe in the most awesome and unique way. I’ll think about it before I die.
..it was some thirty odd years ago..i was walking to her house to walk to school with her.the light in her upstairs bedroom was only and the curtain s open.i was drawn to the light just in time to see her slipping her on bra.it was the most erotic thing that i have ever seen..and probably half the people driving by on main street…
he was alone and nothing was there. Upstairs a woman was making eggs for her starvoing children. she didn’t know about the man living downstairs and his plan to kill them later in the night. the water boils, the cildren are screaming.
Upstairs was grandma, too ill to come down. I played in the kitchen all the time, or stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the banister, afraid to go up. It smelled like old lady, and old perfume, and I was afraid she would call me to come to her if she saw me.
It was cold down here. The wind was breaking through the walls. It was hard to imagine what it would be up there.. But to go up is to bring the past. There’s no going back.
“The control is upstairs,” Mina called urgently as the RobTron 2000 now began systematically disassembling the entertainment center. “I’m sorry Mom,” Reginald said as he raced downstairs holding the smaller silver remote. “I guess we need to look at his word interpretation program. When I told him to clean *up* the living room, he must have understood, “clean *out* the living room.”
The stair creaks as I step on to it. I go up one, then two, then three, always cautious of what might happen. The darkness awaiting me is impenetrable, and I fear what may be lurking inside. I took the last step into the unknown, and then knew no more.
upstairs there was a monster sitting in my room. I was afraid of this monster – deathly so. He had huge eyes and a mean face, i thought he was going to eat me. Finally, i faced my fears and went upstairs to meet him. Turns out, hes a nice guy! We played chess and talked about the nastiness of my English teacher.
He pretends to listen to all the others, to be absorbed in whatever shallow thoughts they are rambling on about. But in all reality his glances steal to the stairs, half-hidden, that lead upwards into the darkness. They lead up to the hallway, that leads to the locked door. There’s no way he could logically hear them, what with all the noise from the party, but somehow his brain supplies that he can. He can hear the whispered words and the labored breaths; he can hear the one he loves and also the one he hates.
there were three people who lived above. I never knew their names, but the smallest, the boy, would always throw things down the stairs. This was the source of man, many arguments between the parents, who must have been between 25 and 29 years old. Something about them was odd
The sound came form upstairs…it was faint, like a moan, a call for help!
Jessica didnt know how to react at first, should she call the police, or go investigate herself?
oh the sounds that come from
the room above
the booming rhythm
bounding the four walls
i can feel it from way down here
two floors downstairs
I’ll climb to the roof, slowly.
When I get to the roof, I won’t stop.
I will climb until I reach the sky.
After that I was too afraid to go upstairs. I could feel him all around me even a year after he was gone. All of his clothes were still scattered on the floor. Every breath still stuck behind the door.
there were bats upstairs. creaky bats, dark brown and black. the lady that lived downstairs was afraid, but she wasn’t afraid of their squeaks, only of the loneliness that they represented. she wanted to be like them one day, free.
I don’t often go upstairs.
I daren’t go there when the light bulb is broken, because of the man up there with the long arms.
So I stay in the basement.
Always another level. The stairs will lead you there. Don’t take the elevator, not this time. You don’t want to miss out on all the fun.
This word always makes me think of a place in a house where you always need permission to go to. You always enter a house on the bottom floor and you never wander up to the top just out of curiosity.
I go upstairs sometimes to be alone in my room and think. I can reach new levels of brain stimulation when I am at an elevated level by myself or with others. Being upstairs is my favorite.