Behind the closed door
Hope Summers had always hated the dull Dark house she calls home with its flat, faint fields. It was a place where she felt stressed.
She was a generous, kind, tea drinker with long hair and charming eyes. Her friends saw her as an alert, arrogant academic.
Hope walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. The clouds danced like rampaging rabbits.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Edith Marc. Edith was a considerate monster with dead eyes and a monster face.
Hope gulped. She was not prepared for Edith.
As Hope stepped outside and Edith came closer, she could see the powerful glint in her eye.
Edith glared with so much hate. She said, in hushed tones, "Come here."
Hope looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the tiny blade. "Edith, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied.
Suddenly, Edith lunged forward and tried to punch Hope in the face. Quickly, Hope grabbed the tiny blade and brought it down on Edith's skin.
Edith's lips trembled and her hands wobbled. She looked angry, her emotions raw like a kooky, knotty knife.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. "YOU BRAT!"
Hope Summers ran back inside to her friends and locked the door.
I edited some of the work but some of it was from http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/?i=j50iji
I changed it a little,but that website really put it together.I just made up the details,objects,and characters :)))