Creative Writing: The Road

The storm continued to vent its temperamental rage on the earth and its people. What an outsider would consider 'nice weather' was completely unheard of. This was the regular routine of the weather, and no one seemed to mind it.

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone.

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

When the door opened, the unearthly stillness inside sprung to life. The flapping of wings and loud squawks of some type of bird greeted them. Both she and Thomas had to duck down as the bird flew past them and out the door.

“Why would we need to evacuate?” Silas asked as he rose to his feet. “I mean is it really that bad out there?”

“I mean if you really want, there isn't going to be someone actually living in here”

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

“Yikes!” John bellowed painfully, turned towards Kate, and sprinted into the arm like overgrowth of the jungle. He caught up to Kate and they hid in a hollow log.

It wasn’t a good day. Thick blackened clouds hovered over the town. It brought down heavy rain, with large distinguishable drops. The silence from fear was disrupted by the large roaring thunder. The tents allowed water to drip inside, the gusting wind caused the tents to dance in the wind.

"Sophia, You know that it's dangerous to have her here. She's running from her mate, and I gurantee that her mate wants her back. I just do not want to have an unwanted war on our hands." he finished and she nodded. She understood what he was saying, as did I. I knew that I was causing them a lot of trouble by being here.

She couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it had been closed for years. Hesitantly she stepped inside the house and saw a group of people sleeping. As she turned around to leave, the floor creaked, so she ran out of the house, afraid she would wake them up.

"There's nothing here. Nothing happens, and you're better off back with James. You didn't have to come."

He stopped immediately and spun around, looking blindly through the trees searching for her. “Who’s there? I-I-I have a bow, you know. S-stay

They gave each other frantic looks and ducked down. They heard the sounds of hooves walking on the forest floor. They stared at each other in terror, for the noise was nearing them.

The car stopped at an old farm. In the middle lay a rotting barn that had once been light blue. Paint peeled. Rusted tractor parts and equipment were scattered across the lawn. To the right lay deep green woods. Dirt road stretched to the left. The farm looked utterly deserted.