this is another story i wrote for English class ugh...let me know what you think!
The Titan of Nipomo Creek
It is the year 1913. The Victorian age was still upon the small town of Jorvick, which would one day become Nipomo as we know it. The story I’m going to share with you started on the first full moon of that year. The morning after that night three families awoke to find their children’s beds neatly made but stained by a huge bloody “X”. Horror took hold of the town. Eventually the search looked to the old creeks that flowed through Jorvick. The small streams were overgrown and infested with twisting willows and fallen trees. A few days after the two girls and boy went missing, the girls dress sashes were found drenched in water and blood tangled in the branches of a willow tree. Stranger yet, at the foot of the tree, the boys’ bowler hat was found up-side-down filled with the girls’ jewelry and two pairs of blood stained white gloves. Footprints were scattered everywhere but then ended at the waters edge. Because the hat was found as it was, the town’s people quickly assumed that the boy had killed the two girls. They accused his family of murder. Opinions changed however 13 years later. The children’s families had moved away and things had once again become quiet. And then, it happed again! Three more young people went missing. The same things happened over and over again. 13 years passed, and another three went missing and it was always two girls and a boy. Over the years, Jorvick became Nipomo. The people have changed as the years passed. It was no longer the Victorian town that it was. You will remember 10 years ago, the disappearance and suspected murder of three young teens. Only one thing happened differently this time…one of them came back. The youngest girl returned a few weeks after the three had vanished. She covered in blood and cuts and her clothes torn and caked with dirt. She told her story but not even her family could believe what she said. She continued telling her story hoping to find someone who would believe the tale that she told. Though 10 years have passed, she is still telling her story to the people she meets, praying someone will believe her. I know this story very well for I have been through it all. This is my story. I remember it. The Titans blacked eyes and how it could never leave the shade of the willows. For such a horrid thing, it feared to leave the waters edge. As I scrambled from it’s grasp it screeched and whined a wretched cry. When I had finally escaped, I realized that I knew what it had said. Now I come to tell you, three of you are next. I got away…but I do wonder…will you?
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