Supply Closet Descriptive 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

I could feel the breeze skim through my hair as my loose shirt caught the brisk air behind me. This was my sanctuary, the feeling was bliss. I made my way home, bracing myself for the approaching argument I was about to have with my mother. That feeling of pleasure left my body as quickly as it arrived. I stepped into the front door, and closed it behind me as quietly as I could, maybe she wouldn't notice I was late home. But before I could even take the first few steps inside, I heard mum coming from the kitchen,

We find an alley and some cardboard boxes to sleep on. My stomach grumbles at the top of its lungs. My mother lying beside me, wide awake. She looks so pale and thin; she reminds me of a ghost. I shut my eyes.

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

I shake my head. The chances of me escaping the demon are thin. At least with another human, I’m on the same playing-field. As I run, trying to find a stair case or a window close to the ground.

The moonlight beamed on my room and then I saw the rest of him. His skin was a ghostly white skin color and his hair was as dark as the night. His white hoodie was stained with blood from all his latest victims and was wearing what looked like black dress pants and black sneakers. Then he spoke it, the words that only a demonic being would say, that will haunt me forever to this day. “Go to Sleep”. I was so scared I started to

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

When I got off the bus I was thinking about going straight to sleep,but I couldn’t I had to go the game against Hannibal.Hannibal kept scoring and scoring and scoring.The game was finally over it felt like forever.The score was 12 to 34 the tigers lost.While we was driving home I was falling asleep because now I was more tired.I drank some water and wanted to go to bed but I couldn't go to bed.So I made a tent.A warm fuzzy cozy tent.Now I think I can to sleep I thought but I had to put pillows and blankets and then it would be ready for sleeping in.But i still couldn't go to sleep so i drank a glass of milk and ate a couple of sweet juicy oranges and tried again and this time I almost fell

When home, I quickly shower and climb into bed with her, a welcome sight. I try to be quiet but at this point she is so use to this that she doesn’t even stir. For a while I watch the clock, count the seconds, then minutes… I start to get anxious wasting all this time, so I lie down next to her and put my arms around her. She smells like hand sanitizer and her lavender shampoo, and she feels so small that I could crush her. I close my eyes and imagine all the places we will go, for years we’ve talked about Paris, Hawaii, Africa, were going to escape this hellish town, I’m going to stop with my destructive quays. I will make her laugh and smile and get her anything she wants. With that in mind I fall asleep, a drunken mess but content with her in mind. In the morning my head pounds, so much I can’t move for a bit, the bed is empty and cold.

I heard the car backing up on to the driveway. He was here. The man. I sprang out of bed as I heard the door opening. I quickly scanned the room for a spot to hide. I heard the keys hitting the table. I was running out of time. In a panic, I tried crawling under my bed. Trying to bend my body into impossible shapes, there was no use. I couldn't fit. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs, growing louder with each step. Bang. BANG. BANG! I was running out of time. I quickly squeezed myself into my tiny closet. I hugged my legs to chest. By now the man was at my door. He opened it with one movement of his hand. Things crashing and breaking as he searched for me. Each footstep rumbled the ground like an earthquake. His footsteps approached my closet.

I have always felt as if I was running: running from love and happiness, running from pain and misery, and running from distractions and obstacles. Now I see there are some things that I can’t run away from; there is a beast inside of me, an untamable beast, taking residence in my heart and mind. I don't know where this demon originated, but with time, he has gradually taken over my life. I have no friends, I have no family, and I have no reason to exist, but the demon who visits me more often than not, doesn’t want to die; I guess neither do I.

My brain clasping by stress became weighty, and the room seems like spinning. Slowly I dragged myself up from my chair and walked toward my bed. By the chilly floor the cold penetrated through my feet to my body. Finally, I arrived to my hard wooden bed and I throw myself and let myself sink through and disappear. Haltingly turning my head toward the window the marvelous sunset mixed with pink, blue, yellow, and other more colors appeared before me and through the sky the sparrows dashed and sang with there own alluring

There are murmurs radiating from the figures making me flinch once again as they only add to the abundance of sound that is surrounding me, adding to this ever growing nightmare. I can feel myself trembling, I can barely breathe and the tingles running up and down my arms causing them to ache, I feel as if I am drowning, the surface is too far away, I am being dragged further and further into the darkness once again. The room is starting to close in on me as a swarm of bees to their queen, always becoming closer and closer.

Yanking the covers over my head I try and force myself to go to sleep despite the growling in my stomach. I needed to sleep this away or else it would constantly torture me. I needed something to help me escape because I didn 't want to live anymore. Realizing how worthless I actually am without Jay, my eyes get hot with tears. I don 't bother to try and muffle the sound of my sobs that make my body shake. My eyelashes stick together in clumps since I refuse to open them. I feel the scabs on my legs, I scratch at them and it burns.