Cindy's Story Throughout every high school in every town there is always somebody that everybody, no matter what clique, longs for. In this humble town of Summerset, the home of this tragic tale, that one person is Cindy. Cindy was beautiful to say the least, natural blonde hair, deep green almond shaped eyes and soft tanned skin. She was the typical picture perfect poster girl. Now if you're observant, you would have noticed the use of was and currently wonder (much like the rest of us) what happened to Cindy? Smoke. Smoke polluted the air turning the sky ash black. Not a single star broke through the dark looming cloud. Screams pierced the air, a deafening silence followed. A crowd formed- all hoping to experience the latest gossip first hand. Boy, did they get gossip, oh yes indeed... Stumbling, falling, fighting- Cindys burnt body flung out of the destroyed remains she once called home. The pungent odor of scorched flesh washes over the crowd like a tidal wave engulfing cities. Women screamed. Men, once claimed to be the bravest of all, turned away to avoid the horrific sight before them. If I do recall correctly, I believe one man emptied the contents of his stomach upon the cold hard ground. Despite her former popularity, not on of the bystanders rushed to her aid. Mortified- they stared, unblinking. Horrified- they stood, unmoving. It was as if time slowed down. Cindy released her final blood curdling shriek as her body collapsed in a heap on the scorched ground. Now, dearest reader, you may be asking: Is this the end? Foolish reader, this is merely the beginning. To you, this is a wonderful opportunity to find your valuable answers. Regardless, you did not experience the terror, the fear that the townsfolk felt following said tragedy. Some say on that fateful night, Cindy died. What rose from the ashes was not picture perfect Cindy. Such monstrosity could not be Cindy. Not now. Not ever. That night Cindy died... That night a new tepidity was born from the flames of hell. And this is my story...

Introducing: CINDY Hello there! Long time no see Well, fear not! I am currently working on a new short horror story: Cindy's story. Cindy had it all; Beauty, intelligence, popularity. Yet, on that one fateful night, her #life was changed forever... Keep a look out for Cindy's story, a tragic tale of how the cruelty of society can drive someone to insanity. Stay beautiful. Stay safe, Cindy's coming... Note: Cindy's story, is being worked into, the majority is wrote out, it's just too long for my liking, so I'm working on it to make it short yet powerful I haven't posted much at all but frankly, it takes a lot to spark my imagination, but when I do get a good Idea, I do work until it's finished, so it won't be long until Cindy arrives and I hope you like her as much I do

Mama Jolting awake, he rustled his damp sandy hair eyes wide with fear and adrenaline pumping, the youth gasped for much needed oxygen as beads of sweat dripped down his face. Moments passed as the young boy gathered his thoughts, but as those moments passed a soft melody reached his ears. "Hush little baby, don't you cry..." The eerie voice chilled him to his very core. "Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird…" The family tune carried a chilling tone, unlike any he had heard before. "And if that mocking bird don't sing..." The voice was close now, too close. The song, once used for comfort, now slowly drained him of his sanity, the hairs on his neck raised high upon his neck and his eyes wide in horror. "Then Mama will brake that birdies neck..." Long, skeletal fingers curved around his small, child-like neck. The #lifeless, dull and painfully rough skin contrasted drastically against the soft, delicate, skin of his throat. The young boy, frozen with fear, battled with his traitorous mouth as he so desperately begged to cry out for his mother. "Shhh shhh child, mother's here, don't you worry your pretty little face..." Sang the voice in a hushed whisper. The boy shook violently, this THING was not his mother and never will be. He thrashed and squirmed, yet it's grip remained unharmed. "Sweetheart, don't you recognise me, it's your mother..." The voice taunted followed by a harmonious yet chilling giggle. "What's wrong darling..? Don't you love your mummy? Doesn't mama make you happy anymore..? Mama is going to make you Happy forever more..." Towards the end the voice lost it's chilling chime and became something more... Sinister... Agonisingly slow, the young teen turned towards the voice, catching the glint of a metallic object in the moonlight. Alas, it was too late. The young boy from London noticed the presence of the kitchen knife too late. Much. Too. Late. In the still, cold night of London, illuminated by the moons beautiful rays, a young teen with damp sandy hair, jolted awake eyes wide with fear and his adrenaline pumping, collected the pieces of his broken sanity. What was the dream - no, nightmare about? Who or what was that? He froze as an all too familiar feeling of horror washed over him like a tsunami. "Hush little baby, don't you cry...Mama will be here till the morning sky..."

Hello There World! It seems I have stumbled upon yet another app that will most likely help me in some way or another, take 'minus' for example, I'm not really sure what to write, so this will seem armature compared to the wonderful work I am looking forward to reading on here I'm not sure why this app intrigued me as much as it did (perhaps it's because I enjoy reading and writing,which this app, evidently, offers both) but it has and I'm here to wreck havoc in the form of imagination and literacy > So, step right up and prepare for my quirky and often dark world. Good luck, my friend you're going to need it Ciao, Carol.