Darkness Creative Writing

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

Im going to be honest, I was terrified when I looked at the packet that said “What does my book choice say about me?”. I was worried that I might not be able to relate to the book, as I find it hard to even read books and understand them in the first place. I saw the title In Darkness and being the person I am, thought “Hey, In Darkness, sounds like it’s about depression, I can totally relate!” but then proceeded to wait till the middle of the summer to even pick a book. My friend had read all the books on the list and thought I might like In Darkness, saying how there was blood and violence which might help keep me interested, and trusting her, I got the book.

Once upon a time a few centuries ago I was a little girl who was energetic and adventurous, but one day all of that changed. I was in the yard playing tag with my sister and two brothers but then we heard “the bell.” The bell meant the sickness, black plague, was in town. When the people began to hear the bell they ran all over the place causing a panic and knocking on doors making sure everyone knew what was happening.

At the age of thirteen, I found a monster under my bed. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it, writhing and squirming in the darkest corner. It would whisper and move about my room in the dark. Only late at night could I hear it. Fear radiated from it, gripping me by the heart and paralyzing me from turning to look.

The term gothic serves as the ideal backdrop for a literary era of suspense, mystery, and terror. A haunted mansion bursting with secrets, a naïve helpless heroine, and the male hero that saves the day are all quintessentially gothic. When Ellen Moers first coined the term “Female Gothic” in her 1976 book, Literary Women, she defined it as “the work that women writers have done in the literary mode that, since the eighteenth century have been termed Gothic” (Moers). Her argument that Female Gothic literature is a code for women’s fear of domestic entrapment, especially within their own bodies as was mainly experienced in childbirth and motherhood, was quite influential. Anne Williams, in her book The Art of Darkness: A Poetics of Gothic,

has somehow "fallen". It is not clear how she came to be is the state

The night crawlers were dominate once the moon fell. The noticeable thing about the gang was their piercing eyes; the only colour that they showed. Their appearance was dripped in mystery, giving them that dark allusion. Clothes were tight and ripped, making those who weren’t apart of this gang fear them. They roamed the night in groups and watched the alleys. Night crawlers were known for the alleys; always hiding in the dark corners that were not clear to the eye, always lurking and waiting. When the moon fell, their energy raised.

Rin looks around her surroundings and walks along with her teacher, General Tiedoll. After going to Komui taking her to check her innocence and officially making her an exorcist for the black order.

My vision was still blurry, from the collision. At least for all I knew, I was the only one. I started shouting at the top of my lungs, “Is anybody still there!” Though I knew I was shouting, I heard nothing, but ringing. After leaving the ship wreck I turned around, and saw the horrific scene that was the boat. My last former fighters that fought with me in Troy, were nothing but bloody olives scattered about the shore. Most were impaled with planks and oars, but the gruesomest thing I saw was, a man about the age of 27, impaled through his right eye, and the object extruding through his lower back. Nobody was left. The pain suddenly hit me all through my right arm. I had an iron spike from the ship, lodged in my bicep. I

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

When I am able to sit- I can't say how much later- I am behind the boulders as I see a bloodthirsty demon lurking around beyond the boulders. With its inhuman features and its Dark webbed wings. Those red eyes filled with agony and the souls of the innocent. The Taliban. I was terrified. My only thought was on my mother who is probably hiding from the midst of the creature with my little Habib. I creep past the shreds of trees and look up to s e a crazy portal opening and sending more monsters in. I run and as I run, I felt the monster was chairing me. At trip and fall and my knee was wounded. So I drag myself to my doorstep. Then I saw my mother lying on the ground nearby. She reached her hand towards me, and opens her lips to speak. Instead

There was a nice feeling about lurking in the shadows. Where there is a shadow, there is a light source. You can look into it and see everything, but nothing can see you. I found it extremely comforting. I could observe all that I needed to from one place, concealed completely in a thick veil that nothing could touch. Nothing could harm me, mentally or physically. I was alone without being alone.

this in order that she would drop me off at the pub. I was keen to get

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

It was a dark and stormy winter night in Maine. My husband and I were just sitting in our living room in our old farm house just getting back from New York from visiting our oldest son and his family, while watching the news. A news report came on and said a 12 year old girl and her mother were just in a really bad car accident, on an old back road on there way home. They were just airlifted to the nearest hospital not knowing if either of them will survive.