My First Shot - Original Writing

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

It was a normal day in the castle of Goranson. All the townspeople were tending to their work when an explosion made a loud sound that ran throughout the castle. Townspeople stood there shocked as the castle stood in silence. After the seconds of silence another loud explosion shook the castle followed by arrows flying throughout the castle and vikings screaming as they charge in. Everyone ran to get to safety and the vikings never followed. They only had one mission, to get the king and destroy the castle. When all the noise had stopped and all the screams were silenced the townspeople went to look outside to see that the castle was all burnt down. One farmer had said “Quick find the king”. They all rushed into various buildings only to find the king was not there.

'That damn mercenary! He got a reaction out of me.' I furrow my eyebrows together in vexation. 'I won't allow him to tease me like that again.' I sighed, remembering he was now personal bodyguard and I silently curse my father for insisting I have one. 'Now I'm stuck with him until they defeat the men from the west.. great.' I shaking my head, I clench my hand with determination. 'I'll show him his advances towards me are fruitless!'

The night had been long and difficult on both my mind and body. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered that if those rogues had chosen, I'd have died in my sleep. Every noise I heard; the creaking of trees; snapping of twigs; shuffling of leaves, and I was sure the rogues had found me. Each time, I'd sit up instantly, weapon in hand, ready to fight to the death, and each time nothing happened, nothing came charging out of the gloom to end my life.

I dive to the ground and grab the gun I fired earlier. I run for cover behind a filing cabinet but I take a shot to my leg. I crawl behind the cabinet and look around the corner. I see his feet walking and fire. He falls down, giving me my chance. I limp over feeling the pain fuel the fire inside of me pushing me forward. He raises his hand up to fire but I step on it with my boots.

There he is I can see him pacing back and forth with the knife he stabbed me with in the very beginning, when I made my first and only mistake I can think of at this moment. He stopped pacing back and forth and is now standing between me and the door. There was a door separating two beings full of regret and malice towards the other, me for not killing him and him for not killing me, I can hear his calm breathing behind my thick red door along with a slight clicking noise but I don’t know what it is and this brings me anxiety which causes me to smile and fidget. I want to open the door standing between us to know what the clicking is but at the same time there is someone trying to kill me on the other side of the door, my hand shakes with anxiousness and excitement at the same time and I am not sure what to do because if I open the door he can easily kill me but if I don’t this cycle will never end. I open the door to see Kota standing there with a gun that he quickly presses to my chest, he has a twisted grin on his face as his finger shakes against the trigger which gives me the moment to flip the script and grab the gun from his shaky hands and press it to his chest

As I walk into the castle I observe the beauty and majesty of the interior, not to mention the alluring exterior of the building. It really makes you wonder why this is where the majority of our expenses go, as opposed to doing something useful with it. The castle is filled to what appears to be maximum capacity by hundreds of people, some familiar, some not, a few who have travelled through many nights, and a handful of rulers from distant lands. Everyone seemed to be unusually quiet as soon as I walked over the drawbridge into the castle, but that is no matter, I know that I have travelled to the right place.

The scent of salt water tickles my nose as I enter the small town of Kiros. I smile, it’s good to revisit the town I grew up in. I’ve been living in the … unique servants corridors of the Swinfield Manor. However, weeks ago I left and I hope never to return. My town has a humble population but today the place is mobbed with people. They’ve all come for the festival, but I have come for different reason. To meet the woman with the wings, to kill the woman who ended my father. I’ve been planning her death for weeks and I know I’ll enjoy the satisfaction of killing the one who cursed me and ripped my life into thousands of tiny shreds.

So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were egyptians so in turn, I was egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.

A deep, loud sound echoing across my home. It can only mean one thing: Run for the manor. I clutch my basket full of nuts as I race through the trees back to the main grounds. The horn would only be sounded if the absolute worst happened - we were being attacked. As I near the main grounds, I can hear the shrieks of the others as they drop what they are doing and being to run. It may be my imagination, but I think I hear horses pounding against the earth. Just a little further. I hear something crash into the fields behind me. Before I can see what it was, the lord of the manor streaks past me with full armor on and his sword at his side. It seems his battles were not successful...

Castle Inness is deafening. Every nook and cranny, from the lofty towers to the rank and festering dungeons, is packed to bursting with people. Laundresses and noblemen, stable boys and the high priestesses of various temples. They scurry about in the underbelly of the castle, oblivious to everything but their own selfish motives. Even though I’m still riding through the outskirts of the city, their thoughts and deepest feelings crowd my head, indistinguishable from one another. Like the buzzing of so many flies around a rotting carcass, they blur together to create a ceaseless noise that pounds against my skull from within, desperately trying to get out.

Shoot, Shoot, Shoot we’re going to get caught. O no they are walking to the car. Now they’re knocking on the window. Grandpa don’t… ugh Why!? He just had to roll the window down. Oh lord, he’s now talking to him. How? That seriously worked! They believed that! Grandpa the only dog you have is sitting in the front seat because she gets “car sick”. We are never going dumpster again, especially behind

After I explored the castle it was almost dark my only decision is to stay here. I had the creeps the whole time I could not go to sleep.

Pomacanchi, Peru. You’re probably thinking “is that some strange village in a strange country”? The answer is yes, this village is a place that is very dear to my heart. It is magical, beautiful, strange and scary all at the same time. I have travelled to this remote village twice, to do mission work. Located on top of a mountain in the Andes mountain range, this village is a mixture of Peruvian culture and stray dogs. Therefore, each day in this place is an adventure and with each new day comes new challenges.

He was my first love. His high cheekbones and dark complexion accentuated his piercing blue eyes, resembling the stars reflecting on the Adriatic Sea. They radiated the compassion, kindness, and gentleness he was teeming with. His hands were dry and rough, revealing the years of strenuous work he endured, nevertheless they were my asylum, the one and only place I felt at home. I was lucky enough to call this man Dedo, which, in Serbo-Croatian, means Grandpa.