Creative Writing: Being Scared

“Where? And Why?” I walked over and dropped myself against uneven bark. My head was spinning again as if I was standing on the top of a cliff. Whenever Callie started this topic, she certainly did not make it clear. You have to go back and You don’t belong here gets you frustrated big time

The mysterious mood and multiple points of tension in the short-story, “The Landlady,” are built through different literary devices. From beginning to end, something is just not right. The story is about Billy, the protagonist, who travels to Bath, England for his work. While looking for a place to stay, he finds a boarding house willing to take him in for a ridiculously cheap cost. Throughout the story, his landlady, the antagonist, seems a little odd and a bit suspicious. Because of his experiences at the boarding house, the reader learns that not everything is as it seems. The author’s clever use of literary devices in the story, “The Landlady,” creates suspense through foreshadowing and imagery.

The head is an important thing, which is what she'd been told as a child, through it a person could see, they could hear, they could taste and they could smell. It contains a person's defining characteristics, the brain, among other things. It could be so hard to remove a person's head especially if a decent amount of force is lacking, to take everything from them... their sight, their hearing, their senses of smell and taste and even their mind.

23 year old Canadian, Matthew Williams respired deeply and fiddled with the cuffs of his beige military-appointed uniform. He felt a presence settle down onto the seat beside him and turned to face his older ‘brother’ who wore his own olive coloured American uniform. His customary brown bomber jacket with its imitation gold stars and the insignia of his flag had been replaced by the statutory battle dress. They sat together silently for a while, simply basking in the brief period of normality; a concept which was rare but desired by the two.

This is scared he is a raccoon as you can tell he's only 3 ½ months old he is still very young he about 4 feet tall he is full size. Scared is just a nickname to him his sister calls him a wimp. But he isn’t he’s just afraid. When he was 2 months he was so scared that he played dead for a week. Scared’s parent’s went on a trip when he was little they never came back he loved his parents so much even though h never got to know them. His grandma watches him, He was walking home from school when he got thrown into a bag and kidnapped.

All visible curtains in the house were closed. A perplexed look spread across her face. Her parents always hated the house being dark. To Gannon, it always seemed a bit strange why they would hate that. She placed her coffee mug at the edge of the counter and walked into the living room.

Carly and lillian jean were best friends. Although she could be mean to people, especially Cassie because she was black. One time her and cassie got in a big fight, she told me not to tell anyone because Cassie told her not or else she’ed do something, but I don’t know what is it was. Her and cassie had a long history. I was basically Lillian jean go to person if she needed to tell something about cassie or anything I was there for here, I have never told any of her secrets. Even when we were 5 years old I never told anyone her secrets. Me and lillian jean met in strawberry and we knew right then it would be an unbreakable friendship because we have never gotten into a fight and agreed on everything. At school we would always help each other

Three crew members on a naval battle ship were about to face the undead. They we under attack by an enemy that was not alive. The three met up as they were running down a hall with zombies reaching for their ankles. The hallways were all linked to one room; the ammunition and supply room.

June 12, 2025 was the start of a zombie apocalypse. He had just woken up from his slumber, as his brother bursts through the door, trying to wake him up. He turned on the news and told him to watch. The newsman said “Attention: this is not a drill. A zombie outbreak has occurred. Please stay in doors, board up your windows, turn off all your lights in your house and we will keep you updated through this.”

My mind is only able to piece together that the word mage was short for magician before I feel my body squeezed into an invisible tube and the man begins to speak in a familiar chant. Bones start to bend almost as though they are ready to snap and muscles contract painfully. The green so familiar to me now begins to brighten filling my vision until it clears suddenly, and I am facing the mage, who is sweating and out of breath. He takes a swig of something from a vial that is so red it coats his teeth and he begins again. Only when the mage begins to shake, does he stop the ritual and walks me back to my cell, my puppet strings tightly wound even after the cell door closes. I cannot move and I stand staring straight ahead at nothing. After

The Silent Maze By. Madelynn Tamer Lost in a maze… It’s nerve driving silence is maddening but, how did I get here? I notice quite quickly that i am here with others. “Hey, who are you people?!

I start to tremble as I recollect the events that happened that fateful Tuesday night in August, four years ago. Every time this weather comes it reminds me of that night. The night that would forever change my life. Four years ago today is the day she came.

I knew life was changing, and it would be that way for a long time.

Spreading a shirt out on the board, she checked it for missing buttons or frayed cuffs. Ironing usually soothed her, but today her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t put off making a decision about Alex any longer. Hoping he’d go away was not an option. Gary hadn’t been able to speak to him; the Brothers boat was unoccupied; even the dogs had been moved. The boys were still living on the other boat and Gary had spotted two of the younger ones in Praed Street, walking close to the buildings, their hoods up, and their heads down. Small and frail, he’d thought they were children out past their bedtime until one of them looked up and he’d recognised their pinched faces. He’d had better luck with Mike, managing to let him know what Hayley was up to without involving her or Angie, but that apart, nothing had been resolved. She was beginning to think it never would be, that she would have to move out of the area or spend her days looking over her

Dark black surroundings around me. Blindness is a natural occurrence after the sun descends. Senses are heightened which sparks the imagination to soar. A moment of time when things of legend becomes a reality and self-doubt are unveiled. In the darkness the line between fact and fiction blur. Sounds, fears, and intuition are the elements that rule when light does not exist.