Chapter 6 in Vocab World by Matthew

Hello guys! I’m sorry for the wait on chapter 5, but it is out there now! Today I have chapter 6 ready. The next chapter will be really good.


NOTICE!!! There are only two more week of vocab left so I will not be posting that for my story. Once I have ten comments on what words I should use for the next chapter I will write and post. If you do give a word, Thank you so much for contributing to my story! If I don’t use it in the next chapter, it will be in a chapter, so don’t worry!

Chapter 6

Snowi, Simwin, or Snow?


Sorry for messing up last chapter, but I think you will enjoy this one. The people I am going to talk about are Snow, “I COME FIRST!!!” yelled Simwin. “Thanks for interrupting me Simwin. By the way, Simwin is as bizzare as an alien. “NO I AM NOT YOU _____” yelled Simwin. “I don’t think I would like you to say that last word.” I replied. Simwin stormed off to his room. He does that sometimes. Anyways, Snowi hates the snow. “NO I DO NOT!” He yelled. “Neither does Snow. “Get your mind right for once May!” yelled Snow. “Oh, wait, I can say as much bad stuff about Simwin!” I whispered. “STOP!” Snowi yelled. “Do you guys know how to laugh or not? I thought you tried to do it every day! I mean, week!” Simwin never has sent a billet-doux in his life. He is planning on it though. I’m not sure to who, Hark could tell you. Anyways, His cuisine is very ambrosial, for he really likes the Greek gods. Snowi likes celestial food so thats what he calls it and Simwin gets really mad. Simwin is really sad all the time because our parents died in the holocaust. I get sort-of sad too because now I take over the family because I’m thirteen. Good thing Simwin can cook or else we would be bankrupt. Snow can jump, then gyrate with halcyonly. “WHERE’S MY GAUNTLET!” yelled Snow. Snow has this amphibious gauntlet that he likes. “IT’S IN THE CLOSET” I yelled back. “MATTHEW! GOOD NEWS!!! YOU’RE GOING TO BE ON WHEEL OF FORTUNE THIS THURSDAY!” yelled Mark. I checked my watch. It was Tuesday.</div>

Darkhold: Chapter 6 by Ian L

Sorry for in the last post for saying it was chapter 6. This is chapter 6!
Chapter 6
I looked down at the boy. He waide him. My servants aren’t actually real people. They are very useful, animated, wood creatures that I brought to life. They have no feelings and do whatever I say. So they don’t feel sad, they don’t feel treated unfairly, and above all they don’t try to overpower me. Even if the did try, they wouldn’t have been able to because nothing other than another demon could kill me.Anyway, the boy was probably around the age of eleven and was about average in height and weight. The servant had cleaned him off and backed away out of the room. When he woke up I was right by his side.

“What is your name?” I asked looking deep into his eyes.

“John,” the boy replied and fell unconscious again. I let him be. I looked out the window. The last leaf fell from the tree that stood outside my house. The last straw. I would have to take my complaints about Hecta to someone more powerful than even me: The Great Da’enth. The greatest of all of us demons. The oldest and the wisest. His name meant all powerful in the old tongue. I hadn’t talked to him in almost five hundred years. Hecta would say that it was because I was afraid of the Da’enth. It was true. I was afraid of someone more powerful than me. But I was sick of Hecta. Before I went though I would have to pay another visit to my little friend that I had locked up. The one that broke in.