Creative Writing: Waking Up

I look at the wooden door opposite of me, I walked towards it and pulled the iron door handle and walked towards the dark abyss before me as I once again head out to challenge the

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

I reached down deep into my mind and dragged myself into reality. Back into this hell hole. I focused on my surroundings, i saw the soldiers loading the injured man onto a stretcher. I looked around and my gaze was then abruptly locked on to someone. He was staring in my direction, but it was like he was looking right through me at something behind me. His eyes were full of madness, like he'd had seen the devil. His smile.. It was unusually wide and his teeth were stained with brown and black muck. His expression was so animated like a cartoon, he didn’t move, didn't blink. His breathing was light but it hissed through his teeth. A soldier picked him up and guided him somewhere with no resistance. A soldier must have seen the confusion on my face.

The man cowered in terror before the one that was the source of all of his fear. No, it wasn’t even a human. It was a vengeful demon. A vengeful demon, holding a gun, aimed directly at his head.

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

This devil might seem powerful, but finally I had a power stronger than his. So I used it. Loading up my heart with prayer, I aimed it at the lost soul before me… Maybe because I was watching him so closely a funny thing started to happen. See devil I was so used to disappeared. (216-217)

I was looking over Phoenix Drop, when a person hooded with a cloak was running from something. The person collapsed and fainted. The person was laying on the ground. I carried the person to Kiki's Barn, I wanted to see If Kiki could do anything to help the cloaked person, to wake up. Also I wanted to know their name , where they live, and what they were running from. Then I was nervous and wondered was the person an Enemy or was the person who was innocent. I was pacing back and forth thinking about who the Person could be.

The moonlight beamed on my room and then I saw the rest of him. His skin was a ghostly white skin color and his hair was as dark as the night. His white hoodie was stained with blood from all his latest victims and was wearing what looked like black dress pants and black sneakers. Then he spoke it, the words that only a demonic being would say, that will haunt me forever to this day. “Go to Sleep”. I was so scared I started to

Outfit #C24 has a skirt that come about three inches above my knee with a black turtle neck with lace sleeves and black lace-up booties. Next was to pick my hair and makeup, which my vanity would assemble and put on. The whole process takes about fifteen minutes. Which leaves me fifteen minutes to go over my schedule, and to have breakfast. MyHydrating tea and toast was already prepared as well as my nutrient supplement pill. If I was lucky I would to have to eat till dinner. Zulie rang my doorbell, she was five minutes early.

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

I heard knocking at my door so I walk up and saw nothing so I went to sit down again. Then guess what I heard again knocking so I walk up and saw nothing so I walked of preparing to see the teen. I saw the teen but with every person on the boat. They said nothing so I shout the the door. Then I layed down I heard something and got up and I saw the people passing through my wall I quickly drew my sword out of a sack and slash through all of them but nothing happened. Then I thought I was dead for sure when the all raised their hand and swag. Nothing happened I was alive they just passed right throw. So I ran for the door and shout it behind me then sprinted down the hallway and for the life

I came out the door with a hoodie, long shirt underneath and weird looking pants (‘kind’). You might be thinking ‘Wow, what a nice girl she is!’ No, actually

The tall demon grinned. "Don't bother praying to your god, mortals. Unless you have an angel with you, you are far out of your league." He said with a devious smirk. Even as the forces of light charged him, time seemed to slow, as if the men were moving through a thick gel. The demonic figure was not slowed, however, and he seemed to shiver violently, throwing out an arm to either side. A thin, transparent copy of himself formed form either hand, then quickly solidified, mimicking his malicious amusement. As one, they all drew the black leather whips from their belts. The room filled with a cracking sound as those strands of shadow burst aflame, melting straight through the armor of the soldiers and casting them to the ground. The golden squadron was now lying on the ground, scorched and bloody, clearly defeated, if not dead.

Checking my makeup one last time, I push my sleeves up, though not past my elbows. I slip on a cute pair of flats; heels are too dangerous with shaky legs; and grab my Hollister bag. Padding downstairs, I inhale the scent of waffles and syrup.

ing started to change.It was a dark day and the sky was threatening to pour out tears of rain that would drown the village.I was running to the shelter of my house when I ran right into him almost falling over.He caught me before I hit the ground and looked down at me as he held me away from the ground at a slight angle.He looked at me with the dark desire of demon and I knew what he was right away.He was not a mortal but a demon in the guise of a mortal man.” Suddenly you see a young man with long black hair and piercing black eyes comes into view.He is laughing as he faces a beautiful young woman with long black hair,soft frightened eyes, and soft features so unlike those of the seer before you, but after a moment of thinking you realize that she is the seer in front of you.You gasp softly in surprise and keep watching.The scene changes into that of a dark looming forest at night and the seer voice says softly in the same hypnotic voice“It was later on that night the rain started to fall and I followed him and his followers into the forest.What I saw was horrifying and changed me forever.One of his newest followers who had not started to change was tied up in the middle of a satanic symbol blindfolded with a piece of crimson silk.She fought against her bindings as he was chanting his pitch black eyes gleaming watching her struggle as if against an unseen enemy.As he continued to chant the young girl started to scream as if in pain as she was surrounded but a putrid black