The Black Abyss Creative Writing

The morning sun is hidden behind a desolate gray sky. The temperatures are nearing frigid, despite the fact it’s August: always a month of sweltering heat in the District. An ashy flurry started sometime between Madge and Gale’s conversation and when they both had woken up.

“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

(metaphor) I tried to stand up off the ground unhurriedly making my way up, but I fell back on the grass with a large “thump” (onomatopoeia) I was well aware that I am a pretty big monster especially for a Cyclops like me, people examine me as humongous for my kind. It was hard living like a giant especially one with a ton of psychological feelings. All of the other Cyclops make fun of me because of my emotions. Yesterday, one of the leaders of the Island told me I should join Shakespeare's play because this isn’t drama class. Like it wasn't already embarrassing enough that Odysseus’ tricked me that his name was

Suddenly at the back of the room I saw a what looked like a moving corpse. It turned its head in my direction and smiled, blood covering the mouth region. And as the creature smiled I saw broken, blood bathed, teeth. Long, matted, and rugged hair ran down its back, giving it an animalistic appearance. It moved towards me in a limping, ugly manner. I backed away whimpering. I backed my way right out of the foul doorway and into the grimy hall. I continued to back up until I backed up as far as possible. Snarling, the living nightmare in front of me continued to make its way towards me, stumbling over bodies as it went.

When Odysseus had stabbed his eye, none of the other cyclops came to help him. Of course Polyphemus didn’t appreciate this, but he still wanted to show them what had happened. He pushed the rock to the side of the cave to open up the doorway. From there he walked over to the neighboring cave and knocked on the rock. The fellow cyclops answered the door and said, “Who is

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

Vana looked out the window incredulously. It was an odd experience, one of complete and utter blackness. There were, however, spots of light that she didn’t immediately realize were stars. It felt wrong; they didn’t twinkle. She felt a sense of security but also a little shaky discerning that. She’d always been skeptical about anything theological, but now that she’d seen more of the world than she’d ever seen before, she almost believed in an omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent god. She was all but paralyzed with awe.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

Trey pulled aside the white curtain, let a ray of sunlight dropping in his bedroom, a spatial room with gray walls, ornamented with his misty and cloudy sky floor to ceiling painting.

Everyone, especially Athena and Persephone, were scared. Everyone final sat down to hear what Zeus had to say.

I kicked him off of me and stood up off of the hospital bed and walked over to tray beside it. It was full of tiny syringes. I grabbed two of them and strutted over to Tad who was still on the floor rubbing his head in complete confusion.

Bodies littered the battlefield, but Bass was only concerned with one as he picked and prodded through the bodies clutching at the gunshot wound to his gut.

Odysseus began to ask me why I had came all this way, and why I snuck on, I simply replied with, “back at Uruk, my good friend Enkidu and I killed Humbaba and the Bull of Heaven. The Bull was supposed to kill me but failed to do, so Zeus is I think sending out revenge slowly. Well about a week after killing the Bull, the gods have decided that one of us had to be punished, Enkidu then began slowly getting sick and dying. I am heart broken so I thought