I Am Praised As A Metal Door

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 wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

Outer people walked in as I walked out. I found other weapons in the closet. I found the lock and lock the closet with the lock. I ran from the closet with the knife.

The man crosses his arms over his chest, arches his eyebrow. Too late, I realize he’s working with them. This, it’s all planned. His dark stare rises over my head, and he nods.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

I took a moment to absorb my surroundings. An unbearable silence occupied the room. The only thing that could be heard was dripping coming from a leak in the roof that streamed down onto a puddle on the floor. This place has become unbearable, and it’s starting to get extremely strenuous surviving here, but escape would be impossible. The last person who accompanied me in this place always talked about it, he would spend restless nights obsessing over every inch of the tiny room. Taking down notes and measurements on a scrap of toilet paper, using a pencil he had managed to sneak in past the initial weapons check. He thought he had it all figured out. On the third night I awoke to a part of the wall missing, my cellmate was gone but outside I could hear shouting and gunshots. Quickly I gathered this was the night all his planning had lead up to. Unfortunately he had underestimated the capability of our captors, and that was the last I saw of him. I spend my time sitting in the corner of the room alternating from wondering if I will be set free, or just killed. I know too much now, seen too much. I’m nothing but a loose end to these people, they have no reason to keep me alive. If I was released…what then? Could I really face going home, could I live with what I have done? All those lives lost because of my incompetence. Good

I was in a dark, moss-ridden dungeon where the air vigorously hung with the scent of death and suffering. Chains lay on the cobblestone walls, with hammered metal shackles on the cracked stone floor. My lab coat collected dust like a dead old skeleton six feet under. The gun felt gelid on my temple, my scrawny legs were shaking extremely fast, I thought they would run away but I knew I could escape.

I was your prisoner, you wrapped me in skin tight chains I could never escape from. You knew of everything I could’ve ever wanted and now you’re the reason my life was brutally taken away from me. I remember it quite well as I watched the blood flow out of me as if it was escaping the walls that has held it captive for 18 years. With the door wide open, and bright red blood- stains on the carpet, it was easy to tell what had happened. The demon who had taken my life will be found, and will no longer cease to exist.

You created hell in my world as you threaten my wife that you would murder her if she told anyone and to force my children for slaves for your ostentatious lifestyle. Hell be with you, you sinful coward. HELL BE WITH YOU!” Those were the fiery and intense worlds that rushed out of the man's mouth. As the aggressor processed once again, what the man had done, I saw him get even more angry. The attack pulled out his sword again and stabbed the slowly decaying man one, two, three, so many times I lost count. I’ve never seen anyone be so brutal. I can hear the attacker clench his teeth and scream with anger. The entry wounds on the now dead man were endless. It was not a murder anymore, it was overkill. It was satanic. Out of frustration and fatigueness the aggressor threw the sword besides the body and fell on his knees. I was scared and confused on what to do. The aggressor had greatly suffered because of this man and I’ve seen him around town and he didn’t disclose anything to anyone. He did kill a man on the other side and justice will take place of the dead man. I stuck in between reporting to the authorities what this individual has done or keep it a secret for his peace. I glanced one last time at the scene.

I’ve become a captive in my own household. Every night I lay silently in bed, terrified by the hollow creaking in the stairwell under traitorous feet. For the past month I have listened to the purring of engines, the sputtering of gasoline before sudden dampening at the turn of a key. I have witnessed the arrival of strangers, the advent of enemies of the Fish — dimmed porch lights emblazoning their

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

As the night sky dances with the stars and the blissful silence of the night, there I was, laying on the cold ground... dying. Was there something missing? Did i trully fulfil my purpose on this desolant planet? While I lay there, helpless and soaring with pain, a footstep takes me away from deep train of thought. I struggle to lift my head to see who the assailant is. My left eye is blurry so i try to focus with my right eye instead. I cant make who it is, so i let myself give in to the throbbing pain pulsing through my head. My head hits the pavement with a thud. "So, how are we going to dispose of you huh? The way I see it, the whole council wants you gone."

I walk back in through the back door and immediately turn on the light. I fall down to my knees. Ten people I don't even know are strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes, a few even by their hair. All have their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All are hanging about a foot above my height I cry but I got back up. I am determined to destroy this madman. As I walk to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I hear a sound like something is dropped down the stairs.

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

the archaic door sounded, warning me it was open. My eyes stiffly opened with dread. I peeked a look downward. Laying by my feet was a crisp scarlet letter. Tremors streamed done my spine, with fear jolting my heart, I opened the awaited letter. The message revealed a mysterious place of which I had ten hours to bring 6 items or they would come for me. I was not allowed to tell anyone about my mission. If I failed the consequences would be deadly.