Rough Copy Of The 3 Keys

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 stood there bewildered by this sudden introduction, this road had seemed endless in it’s abandonment of life.

The branches of the willows brushed across the ground with the slight breeze that carried throughout the valley. Long grass swayed lightly, bending over the path to slide across the dirt trail. A howl could be heard in the distance, echoing through the air.

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

The woods are silent once more, other than the occasional gust of wind. It had to be at least zero degrees Celsius, yet it physically felt like I was on a beach, the rays of the sun warming up my whole body. It was such a nice feeling. One that I never wanted to go away. The 1000 mile stare adds on of course. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Away from the constant gunshots flying over my head. My adrenal glands are finally relaxed. But what was that aura? What were those things? Why was I shown this? These same 3 questions stormed my head and would never leave for as long as I live. I began to get self conscious. I probably looked like an idiot standing there, staring malevolently into nothing, my rifle hanging to my side and my mouth wide open. I shook out of it and continued on straight back St.Petersburg. I had no idea why I was walking there, but I couldn't stop myself. My legs were just working autonomously. The walk was much the same throughout the whole sections of the woods. Nice clean white blankets of snow covering the icy ground beneath me. I began to think about my family. My wife Kasia, where was she now? Hopefully she knows what I’m doing, walking at a baren pace to something. My son Johnnas, should now have turned five. How is he doing without a father right now? On my path, It is impossible not to fall into the 1000 mile stare. Accompanied by the sound of boots escaping snow. How long until I get

The creature he had been tracking all along. It was in the middle of the meadow and he was no more than 400 yards away. It was just smaller than the trees in the forest and was making an arrangement of sounds. It was the color of ash and it’’s eyes glowed that shone like beacons in the night. It stood on all four legs and had claws that could slice through rock. By the looks of it, it’’s skin was as thick as concrete. It was feeding on a fresh kill, making all sorts of repulsive noises as it did. The man pulled something from his bag, it was silver and sharp. It was a sword. This sword was no ordinary sword, it was a sword that had been given to him by his father which had been passed down throughout his family tree. It radiated with energy as he held it in his hands. He felt a new surge of energy pass through him. Just then the noises of the feast ceased and the beast sniffed the air alerted by the smell of the man. The man’s heart was beating and he could feel the beast’’s eyes staring directly at him. That’s when the monstrosity released a terrifying screech. It sounded like metal scraping against metal, it tested the man’s very soul and willpower. The screech did not deter the man for when he held the sword he was in tune with every part of his

What have we done? As the moonlight glimmered down on us, shimmering across our bleeding wounds, we began to realize what we just did. The smoky haze began to clear up and revealed a gigantic chunk taken out of the oak tree. This was supposed to be a fun little fountain of flames, but the outcome was nothing close to a playful pyrotechnics. We’re confused and scared, what should we do? We have to get out of here. Fleeing the scene, thorns from the jagged bushes began to pierce my legs like tiny bayonets with every step. Because of how stunned we are, we don’t even realize what pain we’re putting ourselves through. Not being able to hear anything at all and barely being able to see. Thinking to myself never

To minimalize the linearity of the project heavier and more visually dominant elements were discarded. Thus the presence of the trail is not always constant and it blends in with the surroundings. The bridges and the elevated walkways meander through a cool microclimate created by a field of fallen rocks lying next to an escarpment wall.

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 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 looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

My comrades and I crouch behind a enormous olive bush hoping our excessive breaths and our thumping hearts don’t give away our position. Then as if things couldn't get any worse one of the younger guy’s flashlight turns on. Its as if the earth was vibrating as the monster lands 10 feet in front of us. I gradually open my eyes, there’s an ear-splitting ringing in my ear, everything looks fuzzy. I see one of my comrades lying in front of me as blood oozes out of his nose, his eyes staring directly at me.

rays shone upon us as we set off on our journey. Nearby, a river flowed with ice chunks,

Katelyn and I then said our goodbyes to Savannah, and we headed back down river towards my house. We had stuck close to the river’s banks edging along the very cusp of the forest until we had come up to a road bridge that spanned the river. Not wanting to be seen by anyone that might have driven down the road, we elected to walk underneath the bridge hugging close along its substructure before hopping up onto a small, cement walkway that worked its way under the belly of the

In the dark woods, the chilly wind blew me awake. Feeling extremely cold, I was shivering, goose bumps filled up my body. Finding myself in the middle of nowhere, I tried to recall what had happened the night before, however the severe headache restrained my thoughts. I hardly stood up, examining my surrounding; only to realize myself in a place I have never been to. Feeling puzzled, anxiety crawled up my chest, and I saw a piece of note lying beside me. “Leave the Woods of Nightmare immediately! The legends told here are true.”