Creative Writing: The Sacrifice

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

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.

I sighed as I slumped down onto my couch throwing my backpack in the corner. I lived near the woods and everyday I would go out for a walk in them. I sat for a while on my couch, and then decided to go out. I changed into a tank-top and some shorts, put on some bug repellent, grabbed a bottle of ice cold water and set out. It was at-least 7:00 pm and the sun was just starting to set. Someone had told me that the supposed ''BigFoot'' lived out here in these woods, I just thought it was a bunch of bull. So anyway, I'm walking farther and farther, deeper and deeper into the woods as the sun sets lower and lower. It's been about 30 minutes into my walk when I hear a deep, low growl. I looked around frantically taking my pocket knife out and swiping

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,

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

We’re running through the inky black darkness for what seems like an eternity, we are running out of energy- I’m panting. We slow, eventually stopping, our eyes darting around looking for an exit, nothing. Then we hear the thudding footsteps growing louder so that it sounds echo all around- we are trying to find its origin but we can’t. My friend panics and breaks out in a run yelling for us to follow. One by one we follow running deeper in to the seemingly endless darkness.

On a beautiful evening, with a slight breeze, four friends named Jeff, Koby, Junior, and Lamar were walking by the creek. They saw fish jumping from the muggy water, frogs croaking, and birds chirping. Skipping rocks across the slow moving water, laughing all together, suddenly they heard a growling noise. They were all worried. Jeff grabbed his flashlight from his camouflage utility bag. While crouching Jeff and Lamar slowly went through the tall brush and into the woods. Koby and Junior quietly followed the two. All of them heard rustling through the ferns, tall grass, and the thorn bushes. Scratching against the enormous red wood, while the sun is starting to set in the west a very large figure that was brown and furry started to

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

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

Dalton took the bat and sat down on his uncomfortable, worn out, brown leather couch. He stared blankly at the black television screen waiting, he was waiting for the unknown, he was waiting for the being that was on the other side of the wall. Thoughts floated through his mind all night. “When is he going to come?” “Why didn’t he come yet?” “What happened to Linda?”. When morning finally came he tried to call sick to work but it didn’t ring once and decided to take a look at Linda’s house and when he was leaving his house he noticed something weird. He wasn’t in his apartment building any more.His apartment looked like it had been taken out of the building and put into the field behind where his apartment used to be. Out of nowhere he heard strange noises he looked around and saw nothing, until out of the corner of his eye he saw something, something that didn’t belong and it saw him. He started to run. He saw a patch of trees, he ran towards it. He ran through the trees for an hour, he started hearing cars in the distance so he knew he was close to

The man got up and stood his ground as the massive beast barreled towards him. The man knew that he had one chance to make it out of this fight alive. Everything seemed to slow down as the man became focused on the approaching threat. He had noticed a break in the beast’’s armor. Just below the stomach lay a deformity, the Achilles heel of the monster. It would be difficult to hit but he knew that it must be done to be able to bring the monster down. He began to run towards the beast now, his senses heightened and he felt as if he was watching himself from above. The beast was now 100 yards away and it traveled at the same pace as it did before. Just before they connected, the man slid below the beast. Time was moving at snail's pace in the man’s eyes and he was just below the deformity. He thrust his sword up into the beast and the sword cut through like slicing butter. The man made it to the other side of the beast. The monster was motionless, then after a good minute had passed the nightmare had toppled over in a heap of flesh. The sword no longer glowed as he returned it to it’’s scabbard. The deed had been done, so he thought. He heard movement from where the beast was and he turned just in time to see a dark mist darting towards the trees, then it was gone. The man knew that this was far from

Two weeks flew by and it happened again. That same creature returned. It all started when I was strolling across the hallway from my son's room to my room. I was walking and I stepped on what I thought was my pillow, but I looked down and something started to move around again. I lifted up the rug, but nothing was there, it was just dust. As I planted the rug back down, the creature arose and started to rush around in circles. I couldn't believed it, as I picked up a book to throw it at the creature, it wasn't there, it escaped to somewhere unknown. I lingered around and waited. Once I put the book down on the table, I started to pace back into my room until I heard a squeal. It was back! Well, it was ten and time was ticking. I forgot about

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.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.