Post short stories here

Hey anyone want to show off their writing skills should be able to post thier short stories here. Since I started this thread, I will start.

In the dead of night, there is a time when the creatures that you only see in films come out to play. This time comes around when all the people of the world are asleep at one time. This does not happen too often, wo when it does, you can bet that hell will terrorize all the lands that allow life to walk amongst them. This opportunity for the vile creatures happens once every 4000 years, and 3 days from now it will happen again. Many prophets have forseen the events that threaten us and have prepared with whatever they believe will help them. Some grab their crosses and holy water, while others arm themselves with ancient spells and incantations. But, they don't realize that none of these monsters are from heaven, hell, or any place in between. These monsters are the very incarnations of the emotions and fears we have towards each other in this world. The emotions we never let show, the fears we are too afraid to admit we have. Well, in 3 days, the world will know that no one is safe from the wrath of supressed emotions ... 3 days ... we will all see that the world is not as cheery as we all thought.

In today's journal entry, I will divulge the greates secret known to me as of this moment. 3 months have passed since the time of the expected "apocalypse". The prohpets who were so ready to throw their lives away have all been burned at the stake for their great lies. Many people say that the prophets had used this as a con to send the people into a panic so they could rise up and take control over the kingdom. As for me, well, let's just say I am not as ready to believe that this is over. I have been prepared since the day I heard of these demons. The townsfolk all laugh, and the kids throw stuff through my windows, so I have boarded them up(the windows, not the kids). My front door was sealed shut from the outside by young men trying to prove that they can brave the greatest of fears. The priest also kept his preparations ready for the attack. Although he quit a few weeks ago, he was still shunned by the people. He is no longer the priest, but now a lowly homeless beggar.

3 Days from my last entry...
The sky has been darkened before it's time. Time seems to have flown by in the day, yet many families are yet to have their mid-day meals. The keeper of our town gates tells that this may be the day the prophets had foreseen.
This information, you may be wondering, is getting to my ear by the son of the gate keeper. He, unlike many others, values his life.

To Be Continued...