Creative Writing: Haunted Cabin

The man awoke to the loud banging on the front door of the old log cabin. The banging was causing dust to fall from the rafters with the started to dance in Johns nose.As John slowly arose he saw a big ball of fur John quickly realized it was a big brown bear bashing the side of the cabin. John now full awake went to quickly wake up his camping partners. He then realized they were gone and had left the cabin leaving him alone. John started to wonder why they had left when however his thoughts were cut short by a loud groan followed by the sound of splintering wood the cabin was starting to give. John now started to sprint away from the bear and just in time as the cabbing collapsed behind the bear then started

Eeriness saturated the gaunt atmosphere, from the stillness of the night air, to the bamboo crackling in the wind, to the shadowy silhouettes of the rubber trees erected beyond the clearing of the forest ahead. Beyond the open pasture a lonesome cabin stood.

The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

Caiden took a deep breath to fill his lungs with air. The hiss of their automated lids lifting off their coffins made them all open their eyes. The first thing they heard in months was the clicking of their ship coming back to life, signaling they were back from their three decade long mission. Each of them took a few deep breaths to make sure they were still alive before slowly sitting up to make sure everyone else on the ship was still there. “Rise and shine, shipmates!” Mikala said with an annoyingly chipper tone. Everyone else groaned in reply. Mikala was the first to hop out of the cryogenic chamber, stretching his arms and legs before walking to his cabin.

An ancient, foreboding castle was perched atop tall cliffs, fused into the mossy stone as if a giant skeletal hand had sunk its claws into the hard rock. In the evening, its moonlit features looked elegant if eerie, its architecture resembling an unholy union between medieval castle and Gothic cathedral. This was the ancestral home of the Valteele family. A family whose past was as shadowy as their abode; rumors of their occult activities had been spreading like wildfire in the nearby, small town of Sleepywood. The town's inhabitants feared that the place had fallen under the sway of an evil demon lord. The winding path leading to the castle was now being avoided by most travelers. Everything seemed peaceful, though... only the sound of waves

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind.

The Forest Unseen shows how nature has a beauty on a much smaller scale than what is seen on the larger spectrum of life. Haskell studied a square meter in the forest for an entire year to examine the smallest of details to show how when the large scale is studied there are many things happening in the small scale. The Forest Unseen allows readers to see how much beauty there is beyond what meets the eye. He consistently supports his main themes throughout the book by citing specific examples. Haskell’s endeavor to discover the beauty of the environment is successful in that he uses scientific and poetic language to draw the reader into his study as he explains his day to day experiences in the forest.

wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be

I noticed as the land around me became bare, naked, that the sound of leaves rustling, and dancing in the wind became more and more faint as the trees were cut down, one by one, and

In a tumult of wind and rain, a hail of twigs and leaves thundered through the trees and tore the arching grasses out by the roots. The deer bolted and hid, quivering, in the darkest thickets. The sky boiled, and the younger saplings were bent almost to the ground. Even as the shadows bounded up the stalks and blades of weeping grass, and the soft plink of falling rain quickened to a constant hiss and sputter, the sun found its equal. A thousand stars came down to earth and unleashed their pent-up fury on that wood.

The second of two back doors is white with black accents and a big window in the top half. As you push the door open you hear an array of screeches and clicks. “Don’t let the dog out!” Mother shouts before you walk out the door. Closing itself when you let go of it, the door shuts with a slam. You gently set your foot down onto the step of the small, cement, back porch and your rainboot makes a “thwip” sound. Stepping off of the cement onto decorative stones, triangular and jagged, then onto the ground, you begin to acclimate to the temperature. Each step makes the same soft thunk as the first you heard. The shadow of the overhanging roof lets go of its grip on you and your own shadow appears. You feel the warmth of the summer sun on your skin, its rays kissing your rosy red cheeks.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

As it watched bewildered as thousands of grazing life forms across the savanna become affected by the same feeling malady, all seemed to paused in their foraging to look up quizzingly at the sky. The whole valley had gone eerily silent, even the insects and birds who were just a moment early creating a symphony of chatter, suddenly stopped. Then as if on cue, every bird roosting in the trees simultaneously took to the sky. What happened next would forever changed the fate of not one but two worlds.