The Night - Original Writing

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

I felt myself descending as the air from the ceiling fan washed over my face. The vision of my sister standing on the bed, got diminutive in size. I descended even more until I felt my back bone hit a rigid surface. I was bracing myself for death as I hit the cold, tiled floor. All I could perceive was the smooth texture of the tiles and

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.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

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.

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

Surprisingly, I landed on something mildly bouncy. It was the bodies of the previous prisoners. I had survived. I looked around and all I could see was blackness. As I layed on top of the rotting corpses, I heard a hum. I got up and decided to follow it. As I took several steps, the noise got louder and louder. There is light! I started to sprint, yet I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I realized my ankle had been twisted upon my fall. I didn’t care. I ran with joy. I was free! I was outside. I had reached the

My chest was beating hard, and a huge burden has lifted off my chest. It was great to have this feeling again after a long time. Piper and I entered the cave; it was dim and filled with torches. I could see the skulls and bones of dead people who have entered, and I could feel my stomach drop. Out of nowhere, all the torches blew out.

The pounding of footsteps rang through the clearing. I could hear my heart thumping. The footsteps grew louder and louder. Harsh shouts erupted from behind me. They were coming. So, I ran. Time slowed as I darted in and out of the dark trees. I eyed the woods around me. Surely, there had to be a someone there, but I could see no one. All seemed calm, aside from hunting cry of a bird. Dimly, I sensed a presence behind me. I spun to meet my hunter a second too late. And all at once, I realized with a shock, I was hit.

"N..not really.. But I'll live... There was a level five MONSTER h..here. He got away and is heading.. t..towards your section. If you see him do NOT.. attack, he's way too strong. I barely got away."

207), in turn because this was the only perceived vision the people within the cave began to identify and name these shadows creating their own world where whispers and shadows would become the only known forms of perception “To them the shadows are the only truth”(pp. 208). Until one day one of the chained persons was freed by an unknown. When released the newly unrestricted person was now free to move independently, however this new freedom caused him much pain as his body was not used to such movement, head turns, and walking was quite excruciating. Even more perplexing than these new sensations of discomfort with movements was the vision of new and foreign objects never before seen by anyone within the confines of the cave. At the beginning of his forced ascension he is forced to identify and begin naming these object that he has seen with the puppets that those objects casting shadows not immediately recognizing that these were indeed the objects creating shadows along with the fire that was previously perceived as the sun or the equivocation thereof. Forced further up the cave to the point where he exited the darkness and entered into the sunlight. He was suddenly blinded by the sheer radiance of the light of the real world, the painful adjustment to the sunlight light allowed him to explore further into this new world he had been

His stomach was rotten, his chest was tight, and his legs could no longer move. He had been shocked at what he had just seen. It must have been a metamorphic transformation. His body began to tremble as a very terrifying reality engulfed him. Frozen against the carved mahogany staircase his eyes strained excruciatingly wide, imprisoned by the vision before him. Floating in the air was a deeply victimised entity that anchored itself around him with the thirst of revenge. Its vengeance had been astray till

Mammoth Cave has many, many miles of seemingly endless tunnels and paths. The chambers are usually enormous, stalactites dangling from the limestone ceiling and stalagmites erected from beneath. Plenty of passages burrow deep within the rock, begging to be explored. Underground rivers travel across the cavern, bodies of water big enough to delve into with a boat. The homes of cave crickets and spiders dot the area, their presence unknown to even the closest listener. For just a moment, the unique scent of the cave and its many rivers and crystals give you a feeling of freedom and

my soft flesh. As their teeth punctured my skin, and blood spurted out, I would take my

The air felt stiff; the ground felt rough and crumbled. Senses of being watched increased and my surroundings felt interfered. My father, young brother of my Uncle, Chief Jaidev, has long since went back to our land to give tonight’s meal from our hunt while I stayed behind to find supplies for our spears. The feeling grew larger and I believed I should have gone back with the rest of the tribe, but my body felt tense and my mind wandered over the unknown. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and voices behind a pat of bushes. When I looked over, I spotted a flash of red and an odd object in their hands. Acting quickly, I ran back to the tribe