Creative Writing: The Sacrifice

The footsteps reached his door. There was a barely perceptible pause, then the door creaked open loudly. David shrieked as a dark shadow threw itself at him, passing through him as a gust of poisonous air.

We jumped out from the shadows that concealed us just as the Minotaur hit the wall making it shudder. The tunnels echoed with a boom like thunder. The beast turned to us, his eyes wild and filled with anger as we plunged into the darkness of the Labyrinth once again. We ran down the corridor, our footsteps resonating on the hard floor, the Minotaur right behind us. I could hear his laboured breathing which could only mean he was getting closer. We bolted into the tunnel on the left, trying to lose the Minotaur who was hunting us like prey, when the maze began to shift.

once we got to the bottom we saw more of those creatures. There was a small cave entrance not too far from where we had come down on the rope. We approached it cautiously. The cave felt hollow and empty until we came across a rope that took us down even further than before. The strange sounds that echoed through the cave were becoming louder and louder.

A thing was crawling out of the forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill scream that rose before the beast was like pain. The beast stumbled into the

It was a dark and stormy night in Wismertown. The streets abandoned as everyone has retreated to the safety and security of their own homes. Or so that was to be expected. One boy, a very reckless boy was still on the streets, running. But from what? Nobody knows. It is said to be 50 feet long and just as wide, a very feared beast. Wismertown is filled with monsters and all sorts of misshaped creatures, but none were like this. Jake ran and ran until he could not and would not run any farther. He finally reached his home. He jumped onto his bed and under the covers as the gargantuan beast was still patrolling the streets. After a few hours of hiding under the sheets passed, Jake heard a satisfying flap of wings and looked outside to see the

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

The morning sun is hidden behind a desolate gray sky. The temperatures are nearing frigid, despite the fact it’s August: always a month of sweltering heat in the District. An ashy flurry started sometime between Madge and Gale’s conversation and when they both had woken up.

I began to panic, as more and more of the black dots climbed into me, wriggling up my arms like worms in the rain, hurting me more and more. I dug my nails into my body, trying to stratch them out, to no avail. I couldn’t take the pain, the persistent feeling of being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles, pricking harder and harder each time, the uttermost betrayal from my only friends, the only ones who ever knew me. The fishbowl began to crack, like icy roads in the Monday morning rush. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and began to scoop out the bugs, slowly at first, but then as more began to form, I picked up the pace. Every time I managed to flick one body to the tiled floor, another would begin to crawl up from my toes, coating me in a layer of darkness. My body was numb as lines of ruby appeared on my arms, but my heart raced uncontrollably. Trickles of water slithered down the glass. Slowly, the dots began to fade, almost reducing into mist and floating away, how the trees return to stillness after a storm, as a sea of garnet rushed over me. But this state of relief did not last long- a dark shadow formed in the doorway, blocking all light entering the room. It looked like a shadow; as dark as hell, it spoke words of sin and hate, with a voice low enough to shatter glass. I staggered backwards, and held myself up using the counter behind me. It launched forward, grabbing towards my arms, wrapping around me, choking me in smoke. A waterfall gushed over my face, drowning me. I couldn’t

Now here is where it gets a little weird. I know, as if this whole story isn’t weird enough, but you stayed with me this far, so hear me out. When I finally gathered enough courage to see if we were being followed, something very peculiar happened. That big ass beast was just staring at us. No screams, no rocks, no aggression at all; just standing there!

Towering above us the beast made no sound, but Cali made a sudden move and the beast bit her in two, at her torso. I screamed, and instantly I ran away, away from the beast, and my dead companion. Through the price of Cali’s life, the rest of the group had more time to reach the cave’s entrance. Twelve feet, six feet, then it was there the beast and its’ smell was back again. I then heard a scream it was Seth singer of music. The group pushed onward to the top and we emerged. As we came running out of the cave behind us, and instantly Clara maker of sleep decided to sing to hopefully make the beast sleepy. It was working for a while but the beast began to become angry again, and David the hunter decided to shoot the beast with a tranquilizer to make sure the beast went to sleep. He made the shot and it hit the beast in the neck, and instantly the beast became very sleepy and collapsed due to its weight. At this the group, what was remaining of us decided we should tie up the beast giving us time to escape. We had Robin the ropes expert in our group and she tied the best up to restrain it for a while. As we finish with the beast sleep evades me,

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

I hear a sound behind me. I whirl around, and what I see fills me with a feeling of dread. There's a small, blobish thing, darker than the deepest black in the universe. I take a few steps away from it, but it... crawls? How would you describe that movement? It slides towards me. I turn and begin to run, but the creature is faster than me, and it glides up my back. It settles on top of my head. I shudder as it stretches down, and wraps around my chest.

I hid behind the shelf of lab tools, since it was in the back corner of the school, it would be harder to find me. I started to think about what I was to do if the creature found me. While I was in mid-thought the door busted open. I heard a loud snarl and I knew it had found me. I quickly started to move against the wall very quietly.

Last winter, I went on a camping trip in the woods. As we unpacked our tents, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Two red eyes glowing right at me behind a bush. They were getting bigger and bigger the closer the creature got to us. We usually go camping in this forest, but this was the first time I saw something strange here. My stomach churned as I noticed the bush starting to rustle, alarming me that the creature will jump out and kill us. ¨Hey Matt, do you see those big, glowing, red eyes too?¨ I whispered, still looking at the creature hidden behind the bush. Matt, my best friend, was too busy fighting the cloth of our tent because he got his legs somehow stuck.