The Essence of Chocolate

Chocolate. The most beautiful, dark, satisfying bite of chocolate can make you feel better in an instant.
Not that it made me feel better. It was in fact the one thing that trapped me in the underworld.
The land of the dead is horrifying, and very smelly.
One day, a man told me to eat a piece of chocolate he had. He said it was an experimental model, a supernatural model. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I ate it anyways. Suddenly, I was pulled downward. Miles and miles and miles and miles and miles downward. Then I landed in a pile of dirt. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" I screamed. A ferryman rode his boat to me. "Heeeeeeeeellllloooooooooo, yoooounnnnggg trrrraaavvveeller. Yoooooooooou maaaaay croooosssss thhhhhe Rivvvvvvvvvvver Stixxxxxx."
I was scared. "Ha!!" said the ferryman. "You should have seen the look on your face! Although we are to cross ol' Stix..."
Screaming, I started to run, but the ferrymen grabbed me. I was trapped in the underworld.

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Brain, a Crest, and a Baffling Mystery

Don't read this!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!
Wow. You're as stubborn as a mule. If you really want to read this, then fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

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HA! That was in CODE!
Oh, alright, I might as well tell you the story.
But before I begin, let me tell you one thing: This story is all about the brain. The brain is full of mysteries. How do we dream? How do we think? All these questions haven't been answered yet.
So let's begin the madness.

At xx:xx, a boy walked down xxxxx xxxxx Lane, in xxxx, xxxxxxx.
The xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx=10:00, Misty Ridge, Bonn, Germany.
His name was Hans.
Bored and exhausted after a long day at school, he walked to his street.
Then he walked in his house.
Rewind: He saw police cars and fire trucks around his home.
"What the-?..." he thought. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed him. Startled, he turned around. Then he saw Them. He couldn't see their faces. But he saw Them.
Hans was whisked away in a heartbeat.

That was a preview of my new book! See ya!

The Burning Snow

This is a horror story.

The Burning Snow:

It was a cold, cold night. Michael was a person who lived in a cabin in the wilderness of Siberia. He was often horrified when he heard a ghost story. This is one story he heard:

On a cold, bitter night, a girl ran through the Wilderness. Her mother abandoned her and her father died. Her name was Ana.
Eventually she was so overcome in grief she became insane. Ana was close to committing suicide but then thought-"Everyone must have to live like this! I hate my life! I HATE IT!"
And she became a Skitzelfranic killer. Ana grew up to be a murderer.
One day, realizing her wrong doings, Ana jumped off a mountain. That was how she died.
People say that they see a girl trudging through the snow. Trudging. Trudging. Trudging.

Of course, it was only a story. Or was it?
Michael returned home after school. Something fell over him. Micheal turned-
Oh no.
There were a bunch of bones-and they were set on fire. But that was impossible! There was snow everywhere! He was lucky they didn't burn him.
Wait- The bones had fallen off of a-a-a mountain. Just like-
Uh-oh. These were the bones of Ana.

To be continued...

The Hidden Identity

Where am I?
Who am I?
How did I get here?
When did I get here?
What is happening?!

I woke up only to find myself in an interrogation room. How...wha...?
A man steps up. "Who are you?"
Trembling, I told him that I honestly didn't know. "Pah!" He slaps me in the face, and blood pours out of my nose.
"He took it! I know he did! The secret to the next step of our society is stolen!"
HUH?!
"I didn't take anything!" I cried! "I don't know who I am or how I got here!" The man seems quite angry.
Suddenly, I realize something-the only chance of escape is in your instincts!
I look around. I am tied up in a chair-along with a little girl. She winks.
She has a cell phone. "Here," she says, obviously pretending to be afraid. The man picks it up-Only then do I realize that there is a strange slot in the phone, holding something-something...
It's a bomb.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The girl reveals she was wearing gloves. She pulls her hand free from the ropes, and unties me. There is a deadly fire spreading across the place.
Suddenly, I remember everything. My name is Kyle, I was kidnapped and brought here to the Emporium, a place where they hypnotize people and force them to commit terrorist attacks, all for money. Unfortunately, they didn't hypnotize me properly. I woke up with amnesia. They wanted a few files that revealed what they had done, and if the police and the FBI knew-they would destroy the society. Luckily, the hypnotism didn't last long.
And I had those files.
The burning Emporium was heating up. I recognize the girl-her name is Ana, and she was my partner.
Suddenly she jumps out the window on the highest floor, a parachute streaming behind her. I jumped after Ana.
Police come. I reveal what happened and I gave them the file. The Emporium is destroyed, and all is well. The end.

Dragons

In that last story, I didn't finish. I want YOU to finish it.
In the meantime, here is a legend about Dragons.

There was once a noble Dragon King. He had two sons.
One day...he died. One of the children, Stargazer, followed his father. The only heir to the throne was Firrvar.
No one liked Firrvar. In fact, no one wanted him to be king. Why? Because he was evil, and the reason why was because of bitter memories of childhood past.
So Merlin, son of the Allur and child of a pious woman, decided to put a sword in a blacksmiths anvil. Whoever could dismantle the sword from the stone could be king.
But even Merlin was corrupted. For he had made sure, due to his magic, that Arthur Pendragon and not Firvarr, would successfully remove the sword. Arthur Pendragon was made king. Everyone treated him like a hero. But King Arthur was murdered by Firvarr. And Firvarr destroyed humanity itself.
Some thought Firvarr died. Others, however, know the truth.
But that's another story.

Don't Tell Anyone: You May Trust No One

This is a story I've been longing to tell.

DON'T READ BEYOND THIS POINT

Great. You're reading beyond that point. The world is cruel. But something even more deadly awaits three children.

"How much farther do you have to drive?" Marty asked the taxi driver. "Oh, not much farther. We're almost there."
Marty's big sister, Jennifer, and their baby sister wondered. Where could they be possibly be going?
Their parents had put them in a taxi and they were to drive off to the bank. But whe

A Spine Chilling Tale for HALLOWEEN!!!

Just try not to Poke the Eye!!!

Once, there was an old, old legend, dating back to medieval times. His name: VLAD THE IMPALER.
As the story goes, Vlad was very mentally mad in the brain-in other words, he was crazy.
Before he was pushed out of a tower down to his doom, one eye was poked out, and now, centuries later, kids play a game.
It's called "Don't touch the Eye!" In it, a gigantic eye is placed on the floor. Thirteen kids-or just one 13 year old-start chanting:

O Vlad, Vlad, Vlad,
Your death so sad,
Just try not to poke the eye!
Die Die Die!

O Vlad, Vlad, Vlad,
Your death so sad,
Just try not to poke the eye!
Die Die Die!

Everyone begins hitting the eye.
That is when something weird happens....
A boy named Fifer did the same thing. On that day, he disappeared...Police thought about the legend and went to Europe. In the very same tower Vlad was pushed out of, a boy very familiar was seen...And he had only one eye. The strangest thing was that a skeleton was right next to the boy's body, and even stranger-He was smiling and held a knife in his hand.
Was it a practical joke staged by a riotous lunatic?
I think not.