Summer Shower - Original Writing

terror. The thing was almost upon me, and I had no way to escape. Still I pushed myself up and

Not much could be clearly seen, except for the vicious outline of the being that seemed to snarl and twist into several devious horns and spikes, each pointed up; beckoning for someone or something to stand in its way.

The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again. It howls in rage and leaps at me, its claws outstretched, I hold out my blade as it crashes into it, the knife reaching its' now motionless heart. Another comes at me, wanting to seek revenge for its fallen brother. It roars, spikes flaring in and out of

The man thought that something was knelling and hunched over on the side of the rode. When the car slowed down, the driver took a closer look at the figure on the passenger side of the car. The driver was no more than six feet away from the beast of bray. The sighting lasted for about 45 seconds and then stated to clearly saw a beast with grayish, brown hair, fangs and pointed ears. His face was long and snouty, like a wolf. The man saw how big and powerful the chest was on the beast. The arms of the beast was strange. The arms were jointed like a man would be and there was something in his palms, completely like any animal that he had ever heard of. The arms were muscular, and the creature seemed to have human-like fingers with claws on the ends. The driver did not notice any sort of tail but did say that its back legs were behind it, like a person would be if kneeling.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

“Something 's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. Now here 's another and another one and another one. They look like tentacles to me ... I can see the thing 's body now. It 's large, large as a bear. It glistens like wet leather. But that face, it... it ... ladies and gentlemen, it 's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it, it 's so awful. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is kind of V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate"(Eidenmuller). During the golden age of radio, many people tuned their radios to the Sunday night Halloween eve radiobroadcast of Orson Welles’ adaptation of the War of the Worlds. As the sun was setting and the moon

The first person who had seen the creature, other than Victor, “Shrieked loudly” (Shelley 83) when he looked upon his ugly and massive frame. This was a reaction the creature got used to, and he decided he would be better off to stay out of the paths of humans. When he found the hovel near the cottage he watched over for many months, the creature still was a loving, gentile being, despite the few nasty run-ins with humans. His sincitivity showed when he marveled at nature, and cried at some of the depressing stories from ancient civilizations. His tender and caring heart showed when he looked over the family, gathered

It had been raining intermittently for the past four days and by late Saturday afternoon, another storm was approaching the rural southern town of Wrongberight. Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the town and had a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as she was six feet above ground instead of six feet below, she did not care what it was. Today as she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, she is preoccupied with what she hopes to accomplish this evening. Absorbed in though she pulls out of her driveway and heads south on Flat Bottom Road along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle

There's a creature looming in front of you with blood red eyes and teeth the size of butcher knives.

From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to  arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin

Many upon many of times the creature being seized between darkness and the light. He was intelligent enough to know he was wrong to do these murders, and in the resulting end, he rid his horrid sight from the eyes of man. The creature sympathies for whom he does not know.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

This creature does not have a name. We do not know where he resides or how he survives, but legend has it that if you happen to be near this monster, you have almost no chances of survival. His long, pointy claws, and dark, skinny, human-like body make it easy for him to blend in with his surroundings, allowing humans to easily fall victim to this hideous beast. There is, however, one man who is fortunate enough to live to tell the tale of how he survived an attack by this monster. This man’s name is Mike and he explained that this mighty creature is able to control the minds of his prey, and teleport to different places around the world in lightning speed, explaining why his residence is unknown. This beast enjoys living and hunting alone,

‘”So only he saw the lump of shadow that clung the Ged, tearing at his flesh. It was like a black beast, the size of a young child, … and it had no head or face, only the four taloned paws with which it gripped and tore’”(Le Guin, 67).

We, as readers, are equivalent to the priest in the story who warns his fellow villagers that “the devil had the bad habit of making use of carnival tricks […]” (544). Or maybe we side with the old medicine woman “who knew everything about life and death […]” and announced him as an angel (543). My point is that things cannot just be left unexplained and accepted as is. Instead, they must be dissected and have judgment and opinion offered from every angle. The mysterious nature of this creature’s existence is the central problem of the story but the main idea underneath it all is the search for understanding.