Creative Writing: Clouds

The bell goes and i start to walk home and the sky is getting darker and darker. I quicken my pace as the clouds start to gather in the sky. Puddles start appearing as the rainfall became heavier. The spray of the rain bounces off the roofs of cars, I can hear the odd car alarm and the murmuring of rain through my headphones. Anxiously, i hurry down the golf links road path desperate to get home before the rain soaks completely through my school

He began to think of how he could get his hands free then he could get the noose from his neck, jump into the water and swim to his escape. When he dropped from the bridge, the rope snapped into and he fell into the water. His hands freed themselves and untied the rope from around his neck. He reached the surface and realized that his senses were super human. He saw things very distinctly. He realized that he was being shot at, he escaped and made it safely to dry land. He began his journey home, about 30 miles away. He traveled through seemingly never ending forest. He was moving along day and night with no rest or food and was very sore. He heard strange noises coming from the woods. He believed that as he was walking, he fell into a sleep. About the time he woke up at home with his wife and kids, he felt a searing pain in his neck and everything went

It had been raining intermittently for the past four days and by late Saturday afternoon, another storm was approaching the rural southern town of Wrongberight. Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the town and had a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as she was six feet above ground instead of six feet below, she did not care what it was. Today as she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, she is preoccupied with what she hopes to accomplish this evening. Absorbed in though she pulls out of her driveway and heads south on Flat Bottom Road along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

Ryan followed her directions and turned left after going through the doors. As soon as he rounded the corner, he saw his brother propped up on a gurney. He walked down the hall and just as he got a few feet from the door, Zack looked up. “How are you doing?”

The sun was still out, but the balmy air was gradually turning cold, inclement. I could feel the temperature drop as the wind gusted in through the small crack of his window, circulating throughout the car. Behind me, more storm clouds loomed in the distance as though I was in a race to beat the darkening sky. A sudden peculiar feeling, a foreboding, swept over me.

It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.

James, alarmed and struggling to maintain a firm grip on the cold, chunky steel, as he stared into the surrounding blackness, slipped and fell backwards onto the worse-for-wear rug that covered the floorboards; injecting a flashback of falling from the tree, which he couldn't be sure now wasn't actually a nightmare he'd had at some point last week. He'd lived in the new, eerie world for 24 hours and now everything was beginning to blend so very horribly together.

He was anxious to get to wherever the drive leaded to and get away from all the voices that he was hearing. John thought that maybe the corn was whispering to him and he stopped walking so there would be complete silence to make sure he wasn't hearing things. Then again he heard the faint voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying. John started panicking freakishly and wanted to get to wherever the long drive lead to, but at the same time scared to find out. John came to the end of the drive what he saw was not a nice sight to him at all. What he saw was a cornfield, but he could also see a house in behind the cornfield by the dim lights on the porch. Since he was so frightened John wanted to get to the house as fast as he could. John started at the cornfield skeptical but determined, when John was walking through the field he saw something in the dirt, he walked closer to see what it was. As he got close he could make it out as a old Remington shotgun from back in the day. John noticed that the shotgun was fairly damaged as the barrel was crooked. He thought nothing highly of it and kept walking toward the house which he was almost

His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).

It was a cold Autumn day. The sun was shining very bright even though it was 14 degrees out. The trees were swaying back and forth and back and forth. Nina and Derek just got out of school and were heading towards the street that Derek's grandmas house. Nina is a very curious girl for her age.

Tim looks around and is not able to fully comprehend what is happening. Drunk. Tim is pulled by the man from before in order to make him move. The man calls for his friend Dupre to help him carry Tim. The man notices that Tim is very drunk and lucky to

Up to now, the sky had been scattered powder-puff clouds, but it was changing. The sky that looked like beautiful ribbons, all a different shade of blue was now beginning to look like a blanket of darkness. The storm clouds thickened and out of the blue a wave heavy rain poured in torrents. I was lucky enough to get the first splatter of rain on my sweater when I was about 3 steps away from the building my class was being held in. I ran into the building while the rain turned the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. I can’t emphasis to you how relieved I felt missing the downpour of all the rain. Dark smoky clouds covered the sky, only letting a few streaks of sun slip past the barrier. The repetitious sound of raindrops striking against the windowpane blended in with the occasional thunder that roared every 20 seconds. Everything was bleak, gray, and gloomy the class atmosphere felt dispirited than it usually was during exam week. People walked with water trickling down behind them while they steadily strolled to their seat. The prof didn’t start right away knowing that students were going to need a little more time getting to class. The thunderstorm was now beginning to sound like gunshots to ones ear…the uneasy feeling was

The outside air has a dry, stale feeling. A slight humming noise comes out of machinery that has an unknown purpose. Anticipation encompasses itself around the adolescents who know what must happen soon in order to create captivating scene that impacts an audience. Underneath the children lies a soft bed of grass that tickles their fingers as they rub it for reassurance. Dazed, tired looks embed themselves among all of the four faces due to the exhausting routine all of them face day after day. One girl, tall with dark hair, shifts her weight from one hip to the other, and in parallel, emerges the final member of the group. Awareness heightens throughout the four as they notice that he presents himself with authoritarian manners. It is time

This just shows how weather can affect people's moods. At first the storm seemed exciting; getting to leave work and school early sounded like a good thing. However, throughout the day, little things happened that made it no longer be so exciting. And eventually, that excitement was gone and it was replaced by