Creative Writing: Werewolf

I wander through the misty woods, pushing brambles to the sides with one hand as I guard my Canon camera with the other. I stop as come a small stream, I flip my bag to the front of me and reach into my backpack. “It has be in here somewhere.” I mumble to no one as my hands move around the items in my unorganized bag. I finally pull out my instructions on how to get to the abandon house that I had written down from the internet earlier. I shove the wrinkled paper back into my bag and cross the river then turn left. Twenty minutes later I appear at an old broken gate with a slightly sinking house behind two pine trees. My eyes dart quickly to the rusting No Trespassing sign and back again to the broken gate. I carefully lift the gate above the

Sunday evening at the local haunted house attraction at the firestation . It was called The House Of Horror , all designed and ran by firefighters . The sets were mostly black walls with actors dressed in black clothes. Air horns going off behind the walls to make people jump from the ground . The end was a masked man chasing people out with chainsaws , making them run to the concession stands.

Jamie swallowed and took one big breath, this would be his last breath that he shared with the auburn red deer with white specks. His sweaty thumb reached for the trigger, a moment of silence was placed over the last few seconds before he griped the trigger of his grandpa's rifle. BANG! He watched as the bullet went soaring thru the air. His body still as the bullet spirals thru the air and pushes thru the outer layer of the deer skin, he watches as it twists and turns thru the next two layers until it reaches the inside. Jamie could tell as soon as the bullet passed thru the deer's skin because as soon as it hit the fragile doe the creature turned its head to look at Jamie, the look looked like the animal was saying to the boy, ok and that

I nodded. It hadn't been bad at all. While I had been expecting an event to occur, we hadn't even interacted with a single person.

At 11.26pm a girl with sleek straight hair walked along the middle of a deserted street, the sharp heels of her shoes making a muted click every time they hit the damp cobblestone road beneath them. As she walked her hair swayed only slightly, as if not even the most powerful of winds could cause it to be anything less than beautiful. The girl took beauty very seriously, her outfit was always creaseless, her nails were always without chips and her shoes were always polished to the point of immaculateness. But it was her hair that was the most beautiful thing about her; it was long and as black as the night sky way above her, and shone as if it too had stars though out it. Never was a single hair out of place; never was her hair anything less

I relaxed on my deck outside, basking in the streams of sunshine and sticky humid air.

“Well, it sounds good to me, that way Torin and I can finish our conversation and I do mean only conversation,” Megan stated.

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.

“You right,” Zac said but then paused for a second, “I’m going to go downstairs and stop this right now!”

Ayla could not believe the anguish in Kailey’s voice. All she could remember was running out the room, passing by her mom, and somehow making her way downstairs to the black leather love seat where she lay curled up into a tight ball. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of Kailey’s words, “Get out and stay out!” While the words stung, Ayla was more hurt and embarrassed by the fact that Kailey’s friends were witness to the actions that lead to her running away from them. All she could think of was how she felt about Kailey as she blurted out between sobs, “I hate you Kailey… I hate you!”

Maela hadn’t spent two minutes in the the tunnel to freedom when she had strongly considered turning back. Each stop brought her closer to otherworldly wailing that got louder with each step.

He affectionately hug his sister briefly. "I just want to come by and say I'm sorry." When Naomi is distracted, he slips a ring in her pajamas pocket. "I love you Naomi." He whisper softly.

"You should never have been made a warrior." The orange tom hissed, as I glared at him, my hated boiling over.

4.Brooke is going to get some more stabs. In the last scene, she is seen laughing and happy. But in most horror movies, happy endings are only temporary.

Amy calls Desi to come help her and lies to him telling him she ran away from Nick because he was abusive.