Rat Creative Writing

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

The reek of death hangs in the air throughout the land. Filling the mouths of those who lived in this abandoned land was the taste of burnt garlic. The screams and cries of terror undistinguishable between beast and human fill the ears of the last ones living. The sky, which was lit by the glow of fires, is grey and empty. Decaying bodies and

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Le Gleo, Itchoua, and I backed up against the wall. I turned my head to look at the ghastly horror written on the faces of my mates. I tentatively stepped forward going towards the door where the rats were gnawing away on the glass. We didn’t have much time.

All that was heard was the incessant nibbling of his boot by a scrawny rat, as each blood drop dripped onto the cold cellar floor sounding akin the resonation of the harpsichord in the emptiness of

Juan Orellana JR Ms.Kurachi Period 2 4/30/16 Style Imitation of Mice and Men Imitation: Sam’s wife laughed at Frank “You’re crazy,” she claimed. “But you’re kinda kind fella aren’t you?, Jus’ like a big baby. When I’m walking my dog, sometimes I jus’ set an’ stroke it ‘cause she’s so soft and kinda.” She ran her fingers through the top of her dog’s head.

“Where are the traps, Brad?” Steph called out, hoping that in the asking, her husband would check the traps. “There are turds on the soap again,” she shouted louder, almost accusatory, as though Brad were responsible for the rodents’ misdeeds.

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

An urge to run came over him. When he willed himself to move, his limbs stiffened rendering him immobile. Then right before his eyes, a cloaked entity revealed itself. Its predatory crimson eyes glared back at him as it seized him by the neck with its claws piercing his flesh..

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.

Crawling through the nooks and crevices, cocooned in a loose fabric bodiless, when no one can see the tainted flesh that I wear, the poison latched on my skeleton because when they can, they are ruthless.

I was no starting to sweat and started breathing heavier. I feared for my life. I couldn’t believe a small bum like jamal was a scorpion let alone the leader. Someone knocked on the door i was too frightened to hear what they said. I begged for mercy and curled into a ball. Jamal kicked me vigorously and told me

My confidence was nothing more than fear and mere hope that I escaped my current predicament unharmed. In a span of what seemed like an instant, the beast had ripped open the building entrance from its latches and grabbed me. His strength and quickness left me paralyzed and unsure of what to do. I could feel my body being ripped apart, and the very life I was going to drain from his eyes was currently being drained from mine. His teeth were sharp and unforgiving on my body. I could feel every limb torn from my body and could not help but wonder is this is really how I am going to