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Creeping out of the shadows, Ronan trembled with fear, this was going to be the end of him, he was certain of that. Never had he been so scared, so petrified before, his ears were ringing like alarm bells, and his mind was wandering as obnoxious thoughts continuously clouded his head. For a fraction of a second, everything seemed to stop, it was as if time had just halted, but then, out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes, Ronan spotted a creature, but not just any creature, one of great might, and force. Standing tall on its’ hind legs, the creature sallied forward purposely, like it was about to grab Ronan by the legs and flip him upside, ready to gobble him up alive. But no, the ugly, hideous monster, took 4 steps then stopped, and stared, white mucus dripping from its jaws. Without saying a single word, Ronan, slowly and carefully edged backwards, moving just around an inch every 30 seconds. After about 5 minutes it could be seen the Ronan had made a substantial movement away from the creature, now standing a solid 19 inches away from the beast. Giving Ronan a very scornful look, the creature stared down at the foreign creature in both amazement and disgust, ...

Standing miserably on the cold sandstone path that surrounded the Mitchell Library, the white, mysterious glow of the moon shone down on Ronan Richardson’s back, as he stood there, waiting. The time was 11:57p.m., when the streets were deserted, and all you could hear was the odd car zooming past, the distinct sound echoing through the alleys and corridors between buildings. Looking at his pocket watch, Ronan continued forward purposefully, slowly, and gradually ascending the yellow stairs, to the grand entrance of this architectural masterpiece. With the solid wooden doors standing proud and tall in front of him, Ronan slowly edged the doors open, creeping inside, without setting off any unnecessary alarms. Inside the library, all he could see was the darkness of the library’s endless corridors and rooms. Looking around he spotted what he was looking for, a book the size of a fingernail was perfectly taped on the outer edge of a stair railing, guiding Ronan upstairs. Once he was on the second floor, he continued into the grand hall of the Mitchell Room, taking out book upon book upon book, until it was impossible to distinguish the floor from the endless pages. “It ...

Venus was now panting and gasping for air as he swayed from side to side in desperate hope of some water of food, anything that would keep him alive. He was considering eating a piece of his backpack if it went to the extreme level, but he reserved that urge for only life and death situations. At the moment he knew he could still last about a day more. As the day began to get even more hotter and the stench of Venus’s unwashed clothes became unbearable, the boy new that he could do nothing at this point in time. All he could do was pray. He collapsed to the floor, screaming in anguish and pain. Looking into the horizon all he could see were the endless plateaus and plans that lined the distance. Venus now sat cross-legged and digging through his backpack. Ever so often he would find the remains of a sandwich or some popcorn, which he stuffed down his throat. Venus was now really considering eating his backpack, when in the distance, he caught the sight of a man, or woman, he couldn’t tell. Now with a glimmer of hope, the boy stood up with his last amount of strength and walked closer and closer to the figure. As Venus approached the man he realised the man wasn’t like ...