The Death Trap (My Sci-Fi Story)

“The cruel monster made no answer, but just jumped up and reached out towards my men, grabbed two like a pair of puppies and dashed them on the ground: their brains ran out and soaked into the earth. Then he cut them up limb by limb, and made them ready for supper. He devoured them like a mountain lion,

That night, I tucked myself in under the white covers of the spacious king bed. I awoke later in the evening to hear a thump coming from upstairs. I snuck out of bed, careful not to wake John. I crept upstairs, the wooden floorboards rocking beneath my feet. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through to see what was there. I pushed the door open completely, searching for a cause of the noise.

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

He couldn’t sleep much that night. John had been kept awake from the chirping of the crickets and the buzzing of the bees. Noises like that were unfamiliar to the him for he had usually slept inside in the comfort of having walls and never worried of being crept up on.

Breathless, Alex ran through the forest. It was twilight, normally his favorite time of day, but this golden hour took on a malicious tone. These woods were full of weeds, slippery moss covered stones , and twisted, thorny vines. Alex’s foot caught on a snarled root, and he tumbled onto the cold dirt. Alex sensed something was amiss, and he knew The Beast was growing ever nearer. As Alex lay sprawled on the forest floor, a single thought ran through his mind. “I’m done.” with the will to live draining from him. Alex lay still in the dirt and leaves resting for his last time. The soreness in his legs was so unbearable he wanted the release of death; craved for it even. “Thump”....... “Thump” The Beast's feet approached slowly and

Being unexpectedly roused from a restless sleep, Casey felt the mattress being pressed down as if someone had sat on the bed next to her. Holding her breath, she listened. There was the soft rumble of thunder far off in the distance, the whirring of the overhead ceiling fan, and the faintest sound of someone’s soft, rhythmic breathing.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

We jumped out from the shadows that concealed us just as the Minotaur hit the wall making it shudder. The tunnels echoed with a boom like thunder. The beast turned to us, his eyes wild and filled with anger as we plunged into the darkness of the Labyrinth once again. We ran down the corridor, our footsteps resonating on the hard floor, the Minotaur right behind us. I could hear his laboured breathing which could only mean he was getting closer. We bolted into the tunnel on the left, trying to lose the Minotaur who was hunting us like prey, when the maze began to shift.

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

The man got up and stood his ground as the massive beast barreled towards him. The man knew that he had one chance to make it out of this fight alive. Everything seemed to slow down as the man became focused on the approaching threat. He had noticed a break in the beast’’s armor. Just below the stomach lay a deformity, the Achilles heel of the monster. It would be difficult to hit but he knew that it must be done to be able to bring the monster down. He began to run towards the beast now, his senses heightened and he felt as if he was watching himself from above. The beast was now 100 yards away and it traveled at the same pace as it did before. Just before they connected, the man slid below the beast. Time was moving at snail's pace in the man’s eyes and he was just below the deformity. He thrust his sword up into the beast and the sword cut through like slicing butter. The man made it to the other side of the beast. The monster was motionless, then after a good minute had passed the nightmare had toppled over in a heap of flesh. The sword no longer glowed as he returned it to it’’s scabbard. The deed had been done, so he thought. He heard movement from where the beast was and he turned just in time to see a dark mist darting towards the trees, then it was gone. The man knew that this was far from

His brown boots hit the earth as he ran forward, pushing his legs far past what they were capable of. His lungs burned in his chest, sweat socked his skin causing his auburn locks to stick to his cheeks annoyingly, no matter how many times he pushed them away though they always came back, but he couldn’t stop, he had to keep running. His white shorts, which ended just past the knee, had patches of dirt from the times he fell from the twigs and roots in the forest he was weaving his way through. His blue and tan striped blazer, along with the long sleeve black shirt underneath were restricting his movements, making running a difficult task, and he wondered why he chose this outfit at all. He wasn’t so sure what he was running from he couldn’t quite remember, but the fear of whatever it was pushed him forward. Soon he came to a large clearing, halting his movements. He couldn’t see the others face only his back, but he clearly held himself with confidence, and had an air of power and danger around him. He stood before a throne, it looked like it could

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

Thomas stung himself with one of the dead grievers poison, and then Teresa injected him with the vial of liquid. When he woke up he remembered everything. Thomas and Teresa were a part of the makers, and they helped put all the other boys’ in the Glade. In Plato’s “The Allegory of the Cave”, the prisoner is freed. When he was forced to stand up, walk, and move his head, he was in a lot of pain (Lawhead).

“Thump….thump!” My heart beat slowly and consistently started to regain its normal beats per minute. As I prepared myself to awaken from my serene slumber, I was startled by an anonymous shadow like entity that startled me awake. I struggled to pry open my eyes. I was met by the sight of the comfort of my home.