Monday, January 31, 2011
Final Horror Story
- Part I ----------------
It was early, the stars were almost all asleep. He was gripping my arm so tightly I had no doubt bruises were going to appear the second he let go. He drug me through the front door and stopped to turn around and lock the door. Looking around I examined that in the room to my left there were three tubes jutting ominously out of the wall. I can only describe the tubes as the entrances to a darkroom you might find in a high school photography class. Was he a photographer?
We stepped off of the cold tile in the foyer and onto the hunter green carpet of the room to the left. He pushed me down, it hurt, but the carpet itself was surprisingly soft. I finally got a look at my kidnapper. He was tall with broad shoulders with a cold look in his blue eyes. I shied away from him glancing out the window and where I could see the sky just beginning to lighten in color. Swiftly we walked to the window and closed the curtains. He came back and grabbed my hand, as I stood up he pulled me towards the tubes in the wall. He slid the door open on the tube to the far right and shoved me into it. As he entered he slid the door closed behind him, enclosing us in the tiny space. He pushed me again, I bumped my head on the back of the tube and ended up in a ball on the floor. He knelt down next to me and pulled me towards him, finding my hands and pinning them together at my side while seeking my neck.
That was when I realized that he was no photographer, and there was a great possibility I was going to die. I started fighting but he just asserted more force. He was at my neck, and I could feel blood dripping down my shirt.
I felt cold and feverish.
I felt so tired, I did not have the energy to keep my eyelids open.
I could not him fight anymore.
Then I heard the door slide open again. For a brief moment hope flared in me I thought maybe someone was there to save me from this nightmare. But then I felt two more pairs of warm lips on my skin, and more teeth biting me. There was no hope left. I was done for.
"Go back to your rooms." snarled the man who brought me to this place.
The new comers ignored him, "Stop, we need her." He growled.
Me? Why would they need me...
"Nah, we don’t really." someone responded.
“You know we do. Now both of you leave before I lose my patience, because it won’t be her I kill, it will be one of you unthankful bloodsuckers.” he snapped at them.
They could tell he meant business, and they got the hell out of dodge... if only they had taken me with them. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic, light headed, nauseous. I was surprised I was not dead yet....
Part II ------------------
Where am I? What happened? I can not remember... It is dark, so dark, and hard... I must be laying on the ground... ‘Creak’ my joints crack as I stretch out. My feet hit a solid surface. I get up on my knees and I start feeling around trying to find an exit. When suddenly someone throws open a door.
“Where am I?” I ask the man who opened the door, I should have asked who am I...
He sits down next to me, “You are at your house. Here drink this, you will feel better.”
He hands me a cup and I can hear liquid sloshing around, I eye him suspiciously, “What is it? and uh... Who are you?”
“I am Luke, Now drink.” He commands.
“Fine” I mutter. I lift the cup to my lips and drink. It is warm and... strange. I drank it all in one gulp. I can feel it cursing through my body, like some sort of freakishly strong alcohol. “What the heck is that!?”
“It is Sangue.” he replied with a slight accent.
“And what is that...” I ask, petrified to hear the answer.
He gives me a knowing smile and answers menacingly, “It is Italian for blood.”
It was early, the stars were almost all asleep. He was gripping my arm so tightly I had no doubt bruises were going to appear the second he let go. He drug me through the front door and stopped to turn around and lock the door. Looking around I examined that in the room to my left there were three tubes jutting ominously out of the wall. I can only describe the tubes as the entrances to a darkroom you might find in a high school photography class. Was he a photographer?
We stepped off of the cold tile in the foyer and onto the hunter green carpet of the room to the left. He pushed me down, it hurt, but the carpet itself was surprisingly soft. I finally got a look at my kidnapper. He was tall with broad shoulders with a cold look in his blue eyes. I shied away from him glancing out the window and where I could see the sky just beginning to lighten in color. Swiftly we walked to the window and closed the curtains. He came back and grabbed my hand, as I stood up he pulled me towards the tubes in the wall. He slid the door open on the tube to the far right and shoved me into it. As he entered he slid the door closed behind him, enclosing us in the tiny space. He pushed me again, I bumped my head on the back of the tube and ended up in a ball on the floor. He knelt down next to me and pulled me towards him, finding my hands and pinning them together at my side while seeking my neck.
That was when I realized that he was no photographer, and there was a great possibility I was going to die. I started fighting but he just asserted more force. He was at my neck, and I could feel blood dripping down my shirt.
I felt cold and feverish.
I felt so tired, I did not have the energy to keep my eyelids open.
I could not him fight anymore.
Then I heard the door slide open again. For a brief moment hope flared in me I thought maybe someone was there to save me from this nightmare. But then I felt two more pairs of warm lips on my skin, and more teeth biting me. There was no hope left. I was done for.
"Go back to your rooms." snarled the man who brought me to this place.
The new comers ignored him, "Stop, we need her." He growled.
Me? Why would they need me...
"Nah, we don’t really." someone responded.
“You know we do. Now both of you leave before I lose my patience, because it won’t be her I kill, it will be one of you unthankful bloodsuckers.” he snapped at them.
They could tell he meant business, and they got the hell out of dodge... if only they had taken me with them. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic, light headed, nauseous. I was surprised I was not dead yet....
Part II ------------------
Where am I? What happened? I can not remember... It is dark, so dark, and hard... I must be laying on the ground... ‘Creak’ my joints crack as I stretch out. My feet hit a solid surface. I get up on my knees and I start feeling around trying to find an exit. When suddenly someone throws open a door.
“Where am I?” I ask the man who opened the door, I should have asked who am I...
He sits down next to me, “You are at your house. Here drink this, you will feel better.”
He hands me a cup and I can hear liquid sloshing around, I eye him suspiciously, “What is it? and uh... Who are you?”
“I am Luke, Now drink.” He commands.
“Fine” I mutter. I lift the cup to my lips and drink. It is warm and... strange. I drank it all in one gulp. I can feel it cursing through my body, like some sort of freakishly strong alcohol. “What the heck is that!?”
“It is Sangue.” he replied with a slight accent.
“And what is that...” I ask, petrified to hear the answer.
He gives me a knowing smile and answers menacingly, “It is Italian for blood.”
Monday, January 17, 2011
Horror Story
The three posts below are the beginning stages of what will someday be a horror story. I was going to do a story about sharks but when Mr. Kenley asked us what we were thinking about doing and i said sharks he gave me a look and was like i hope you came up with that idea before we watched 'Jaws' it was insulting. i hate sharks its not my fault you happened to just show a clip from my worst nightmares is it!? nope. but anyway to avoid him thinking i was unoriginal i decided to write my story about a deam i had one night. the only problem is that it is about vampires. and vampires might just be even more unoriginal then sharks. but the deam was frekin crazy so i decided hopefully it all work its self out. (dumb Twilight) i aucually think i might have posted the dream i had awhile ago so im going to go through my archives and see if i can find it.
Creative Writing - Backstory
Monster- Rose
Setting- Walking to school
Characters- Ian, Tom, Sofie, and June
"What did you say?" asked Ian.
"What do you mean, what did I say!?" asked Tom.
"He said he saw a vampire!" declares Sofie.
"ha ha ahahaha!" giggles June.
"I did! I was walking home from work last night, past that old Adams family house? And this girl walked out the door, she was covered in blood from head to toe and as white as... Well, you Sofie!" exclaims Tom.
"Shut up Tom, I'm anemic!"fumes Sofie
"Well anyway," continues tom "I hid behind one of columns that holds up the fence, so she wouldn't see me and suck my veins dry, and I heard a car pulling out of the driveway and so I ran. As fast and far as I could."
"Uhhh... and what exactly made you think she was a vampire?" askes Ian
"SHE WAS COVERED IN BLOOD! and pale, and beautiful... what more do you need to know?"
Setting- Walking to school
Characters- Ian, Tom, Sofie, and June
"What did you say?" asked Ian.
"What do you mean, what did I say!?" asked Tom.
"He said he saw a vampire!" declares Sofie.
"ha ha ahahaha!" giggles June.
"I did! I was walking home from work last night, past that old Adams family house? And this girl walked out the door, she was covered in blood from head to toe and as white as... Well, you Sofie!" exclaims Tom.
"Shut up Tom, I'm anemic!"fumes Sofie
"Well anyway," continues tom "I hid behind one of columns that holds up the fence, so she wouldn't see me and suck my veins dry, and I heard a car pulling out of the driveway and so I ran. As fast and far as I could."
"Uhhh... and what exactly made you think she was a vampire?" askes Ian
"SHE WAS COVERED IN BLOOD! and pale, and beautiful... what more do you need to know?"
Creative Writing - Setting
The house was ancient with peeling gray paint. The garden was a tangle of weeds, brown and dead. The iron gate was intact with lots of rust and some more dead plants crawling up it. There were dark shadows on the porch and cobwebs in the porch lights. A swing that a young couple had probably once sat on was barley hanging on with one rusty chain and the bench itself moldy and grimy. The trees danced menacingly in the wind and blocked the sun from the house.
Creative Writing - Scenes
1, Mold, it smells like mold, and moth balls. Its cold, and wet, and dark. The steps to the basement are steep like the side of a mountain and the railing dissolved years and years ago. The walls are cement and rough like a cats tongue. There is no sunlight, and someone broke the light in the ceiling.
2. "Sofie! Lets go for a walk, its a beautiful evening." says June
"Its still way to hot for me." claims Sofie.
"Come on!" declares June
Glaring Sofie unwilling gets up from in front of the fan where she was reading Elle magazine and sipping lemonade.
3. We are waiting, we are waiting for the sun to go down. We still have twenty-five minutes to wait.
"Stephen, can we go out tonight? Please?!" Begs Sunny
"Sunny your bugging me. I wish I never found you." proclaims Stephen
I roll over, yanning, they always have this conservation, and i'm too hungry to care.
4. "Oh June this street is creepy! Why did you make us come down here? The sun is setting and I don't even have my cell phone!" Whines Sofie
"Stop complaining." Yells June, visibly annoyed at her best friend Sofie
"My middle name is Complain June! Espically when you make me walk down this street, at this time of day." says Sofie
June is walking quietly, observing her surrounding and blocking out Sofie.
They pass a house on the right and Sofie stops dead in her tracks, "June, did you see that?" stutters Sofie. The sun has gone completely down now and the heat is still suffocating, like its going to rain soon.
"See what Sofie? You have lost your mind. Lets go home I am getting hungry." claims June
"Okie Dokay." sings Sofie excited to finally get to go home. "I should have known better then to wear these sandles, they are killing my feet!"
5. The girls turn around, "AHHHH!!" behind them, looming over them is a man.
2. "Sofie! Lets go for a walk, its a beautiful evening." says June
"Its still way to hot for me." claims Sofie.
"Come on!" declares June
Glaring Sofie unwilling gets up from in front of the fan where she was reading Elle magazine and sipping lemonade.
3. We are waiting, we are waiting for the sun to go down. We still have twenty-five minutes to wait.
"Stephen, can we go out tonight? Please?!" Begs Sunny
"Sunny your bugging me. I wish I never found you." proclaims Stephen
I roll over, yanning, they always have this conservation, and i'm too hungry to care.
4. "Oh June this street is creepy! Why did you make us come down here? The sun is setting and I don't even have my cell phone!" Whines Sofie
"Stop complaining." Yells June, visibly annoyed at her best friend Sofie
"My middle name is Complain June! Espically when you make me walk down this street, at this time of day." says Sofie
June is walking quietly, observing her surrounding and blocking out Sofie.
They pass a house on the right and Sofie stops dead in her tracks, "June, did you see that?" stutters Sofie. The sun has gone completely down now and the heat is still suffocating, like its going to rain soon.
"See what Sofie? You have lost your mind. Lets go home I am getting hungry." claims June
"Okie Dokay." sings Sofie excited to finally get to go home. "I should have known better then to wear these sandles, they are killing my feet!"
5. The girls turn around, "AHHHH!!" behind them, looming over them is a man.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Crazy
i really want awesome short hair. but i really want beautiful long hair. am i going to be stuck going back and forth for the rest of my life!?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Back
to school tomorrow! im so close to being done im not i sure i believe it. now i just gotta figure out want i want to do in my life.
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