Yes, I do believe that dream interpretations are real. I haven’t had a dream in awhile that I remember though. But I know that they must stand for something because why else would you have them? It could be your brain trying to tell you something. Are brains do live in the future after all.

Soon after the scuffle they neared their location. The ghetto came into sight, the Germans called it “Chamber” it gets the name from the numerous amount of gas chambers in the ghetto. Aart, Damien, Hew, and Josiah’s mission was to sneak in and take out as many Germans as they could, and free as many prisoners as they could. Even if that meant their deaths. But something was off, the soldiers seemed more tense and on guard than usual. Suddenly a bullet shot passed Aart’s head embedding itself into a nearby tree. The attack had begun, but the wrong side had started it.

Marc wanted to go trick or treating by himself this year, so I let him go by himself. Something was off that night, it was darker, warmer, and there were weird sounds. Now, it being Halloween I just thought that it was decorations. Boy was I wrong though, while he left I stood outside just in case. He went down the sidewalk with his friends to the neighbors, but in their driveway something jumped out at them snarling and baring it’s fangs. They screamed, but my son being the stubborn, brave, arrogant boy he was hit it with a stick. I started running towards him, but it was too late. The creature had taken him, leaving behind two fingers, a bloody femur, a nose, and a lot of blood. This phenomenon has happened every Halloween in our town since then, it kills double than it did the year before. So far eight people have been killed by it, we started calling it “The Grim”, for it was uninvited.

Whenever someone goes into the church on a day other than Sunday, you hear screams and howls of pain. So people are warned to not go in there, but sometimes travelers think that they are going to try and cleanse it. They have never come back except for one, but he was turned insane and ever since then in the night someone dies. We are following a group of said travelers through parts of this. Five have gone in, the townsfolk are anxious to see what happens. They go in and immediately one falls down dead with fear. They all look to where his eyes were fixed and see nothing. As they continue on through the hallways they hear many different sounds, the most chilling being laughter, laughter that echoes around the church. As if from a large group of many ages. As they round a corner they see a beast, hunched over with something hanging from it’s head. “I’ve waited for you, now you have finally come back,” it says, looking back they see the thing hanging from it’s head is it’s face. With strangled cries they turn away and start running, every footstep laughter echoes around. Finally the door comes into sight, but two figures are standing in the way. The man they saw earlier, and their dead friend. But their friend’s face wasn’t where it was supposed to be, instead it was replaced with chunks of flesh, gushing blood, and bones. They looked at the horror before them and saw the man, he no longer had a face hanging from his head. He had their friends face, “Welcome home,” he says. As soon as he’s done speaking they all feel like their faces are being ripped away from them, they fall to the ground screaming. Their screams soon turn into laughter as they die, “Fast learners,” he compliments as he starts preparing for the next group.

Aart was tense, why shouldn’t he be? They were being trailed, and one of his “allies” could have told them where they were. There was at least ten people in the forest with them, possibly more. Aart decided to play the quick and easy, he took a frag grenade off of his belt, pulled the pin, and chucked it. “What was that?!” cried Hew. “Just a rock, relax guys.” Aart replied. Not one second after he said that there was an explosion and screams. “I don’t think a rock does that!” yelled Damien. “It could have been a grenade.” said Aart with a laugh as he turned to the forest and emptied his clip into the forest, he estimated he hit one or two people. “Let’s keep going, I think we’re fine.” Aart said simply. With that they continued walking through the forest, undisturbed.

He would not be a good fit for you, you commit to relationships and he doesn’t all that much. I think of him as a brother, I know him personally and he has tried to get into several relationships this year. If he does like you let him talk to you, if he doesn’t then there will be someone else. Someone better for you, because you deserve way more than somebody not liking you back. You have to let go of people who don’t like you. Trust me, I’ve dealt with this before.

Treentone and Samanthai were both royalty in England, but their kingdom’s were on the brink of war. So when Treentone’s father, the king, died he rose to the crown. Samanthai’s father, Jaxune, saw this as an opening to take the kingdom down. So he devised a plan, only a select group of people knew. Among those was Samanthai, she was in great anguish upon hearing this. So she devised her own plan to stop her father, desperate times call for desperate plans. In the middle of the night she crept into her father’s room armed with only a dagger, she went to his bed and held the dagger high. Bringing it down quickly and ending a war. But someone was not in his bed, her father attacked her savagely and with brute force. Fleeing swiftly she saw a familiar face in the stable boy, it was Treentone! They embraced and got onto a horse, the fastest one, Nickolas. But fate didn’t have their welfare in mind that night, as they rode off Jaxune ordered his archers to cut them down. They did just that, and loosed several arrows, one found it’s way through Treentone, Samanthai, and Nickolas killing all three. Some say that even today you can still hear their screams, the whistle of arrows flying through the air, and the howls of pain.

William Shakespeare was a writer, poet, artist, and a visionary. He wrote 154-ish sonnets, around 5 long narrative poems that we know of, and 37 plays that were showed throughout his life. He married Anne Hathaway at the age of 18, staying with him until his death in 1616 of (possibly) typhus. He wrote many plays during his lifetime, among those are some of the most famous plays ever like Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet. He was great in fact “It may be audacious even to attempt a definition of his greatness…” people would be foolish to attempt to describe it (Spencer).