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Keirstan Whittenbarger The Picture One stormy night Mrs. Willis was walking down Asbury Road. She came upon a picture. The picture wasn’t anything special. There was no one in the picture, to anyone else it would have no valuable meaning, but to Mrs. Willis it meant the world. Something about it reminded her of her family which she had lost due to a deadly car crash. Mrs. Willis took the picture home, placed it under her pillow and went to sleep. During the night she experienced dreams she has never been close to dreaming. She saw everyone in her family. They talked to her, they were so very vivid. Her family seemed to have a voice, telling her to go nowhere. She couldn’t tell what the reason for going nowhere was. This dream seemed so real, but yet did not make sense. She hasn’t dreamt anything like this before, so why all the sudden did it happen now? She was clueless. That morning Mrs. Willis remembered she still had the picture and put it in her purse. The picture had seemed to become a part of her. She had been feeling sick for a while, so she decided it might be time to go to the hospital. She hated doctors. They seemed to only want to give out bad news to her and her family. The doctor told her he would have to run some tests because he wasn’t too sure what was wrong. He drew some blood, and told her to come back in one week. So Mrs. Willis got in her car and planned on coming back in one week. On the way home she was hit in the driver’s side of her Mercedes. The car that ran into her was a blue Ford truck. Her car was demolished. She was rushed to the hospital and put on life support. The doctor had no one to tell that she had barely any chance of living. Every night of staying at the hospital Mrs. Willis would look down at the picture. She started to believe she was stupid for keeping it but something in the back of her mind told her she needed it. At the end of the week she was in the hospital, her doctor came in and said the tests came in positive, she had cancer. Mrs. Willis could not believe it. She looked down at the picture. She had a feeling the picture had saved her. But she knew that it had to be genetic or something. The next day, the doctor called. The doctor had said how he was terribly sorry, but he had misread the test. She was cancer free. Mrs. Willis had just had a virus. At the moment the doctor told her she was cancer free, she looked down at the picture and there were her relatives that had died in car accidents and because of cancer waving back at her.

The Kings Pen Alex Geiger The myth of the Kings pen states that the pen is “alive!” Anyone who dares try to write with it will regret it. It started when the king was viciously stabbed with a golden pen. The king later died and the Kings killer was never found. The blood and soul of the king is still stained on it to this day and anyone who tries to write with it will become the soul’s new body. The only known cure to this is death and Johnny was the first to experience this. Little Johnny was delivering a letter from his master, to the king. He took a wrong turn on his journey through the castle and he stumbled upon a mysterious door. His curious imagination led him to open it. It was dark and abandoned looking. A small light was shining at the end of the long dark hallway. His curious instincts kicked in once again and he went towards the light. Once he reached the end of the hallway, he realized that the shining light was coming from…a pen? He picked it up and saw that there was a red stain on the shining bright gold pen. All of a sudden he started shaking. The pen rose up and started to spin slowly…Johnny was never seen again.