Creak Creative Writing

* When they went round to the back porch they saw a shadow and ran away. As they were running they heard a shotgun go

Not much could be clearly seen, except for the vicious outline of the being that seemed to snarl and twist into several devious horns and spikes, each pointed up; beckoning for someone or something to stand in its way.

He apologizes for being slow to opening the door, and explains that he was napping, but he opens the door to find no one there, but only darkness.

“Something 's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. Now here 's another and another one and another one. They look like tentacles to me ... I can see the thing 's body now. It 's large, large as a bear. It glistens like wet leather. But that face, it... it ... ladies and gentlemen, it 's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it, it 's so awful. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is kind of V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate"(Eidenmuller). During the golden age of radio, many people tuned their radios to the Sunday night Halloween eve radiobroadcast of Orson Welles’ adaptation of the War of the Worlds. As the sun was setting and the moon

the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard and a convulsive motion

Who is this creature that lives above me? What so terrible could cause a man to cower within his room at such an hour? That I will answer in time, but I must start at the beginning because that is where all good stories must

Strangely enough his old friend who, mind you, is supposed to be deceased. He steps away, fearful of what he’s about to see. Again he looks into the knocker, but this time sees nothing out of the ordinary. Entering his house he sees nothing wrong, just a couple of sounds. Later he’s about to go to sleep when he is awoken by a strange scraping sound that he fears but won’t show it.

‘”So only he saw the lump of shadow that clung the Ged, tearing at his flesh. It was like a black beast, the size of a young child, … and it had no head or face, only the four taloned paws with which it gripped and tore’”(Le Guin, 67).

“Avery!” She yells it again louder than before, after a while we heard something, at first I just thought it was a animal, but we heard the sound again.

A disturbingly ugly blob of chunky orange and red sphere covered in sustenance bent in offensive directions which would induce screams of agony for any who were forced into the position was laid before me. A larger figure than before leaned over the beast as the monster lay there. Then, the figure left the enclosure and only the curled up giant, behemoth, the shiny coat, and I were

Turning, picking himself back up, he stared down to the foot of the stairs. Something was moving. Not an object or any person of materiel but that of a light shadow, swaying side to side and gaining size through the threshold with every second that slipped silently by.

The Character of the Creature The key aspect of discussion of character is presented by the author through the ‘monster’s’ actions which were justified by the situations that transpired throughout his short-lived life. The monster displayed severe depression after his repeated rejection by society. Simply put he was a serial killer by probable cause. Views on how one should foster their creation very greatly although it easily said that it would be frowned upon to be called a demonic being by one’s creator.

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

The Thing in the coffin writhed; and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lips. The body shook and quivered and twisted in wild contortions; the sharp white teeth clamped together till the lips were cut and the mouth was smeared with crimson foam.

A white blur was standing by the door, silent, ghostlike. It filled his eyes and gripped his body, It was Mrs. Dalton. He wanted to knock her out of his way and bolt from the room. Mary!