The sun gleams upon my tanned face, the warm embrace of the heat complements the scene before me. The peaceful running creature slaps waves upon the dry sand. Fresh seaweed and powerful salt engulfs my nose whilst a creamy delicate silky pillow swallows both my feet. Across the tropical waterfront lays pure rocks nearly matching the cool sunny beige colour, perfectly stacked like a sandcastle.
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Then it melted into the shadows.
Palms sweating. Hands shaking. Head aching. I scamper whilst the bare skeletal arms spiral around me. Darkness screams upon the coal black fog. My hands shudder uncontrollably, I can feel it behind me following me through the fog watching my every move. I spring over the trunks of undead monsters but end up tumbling to the revolting and dead soil. I turn onto my back and it towers over me but doesn’t move its like he’s been glued to the dead floor. It gazes endlessly into my eyes. Then it melts into the shadows. I smile.
Question time!
Say your house was burning down and you could only save one thing from it, and assume everyone is safe including pets. I would save our photos because if those burnt the memories would burn with them.
What would you save?
World war
” They’re coming” my mother whispers to me motioning to hide in the closet behind me. My soundless footsteps tiptoe towards my only hope of surviving this tretorous hell. The door shuts. Silence screams. The closet jerks in terror.
Suddenly, the front door rudely bursts open to our soon to be demolished house, I then feel the grip of my mothers silky hand embrace mine firmly. I hear the enemy’s gun loaded as they venture the house chaotically, chairs shatter like the china plates that follow them, they’re getting close to the cabinet now. Tears swell both my eyes intensely nearly smudging my vision completely.
The closet door bursts open like dynamite, a single tear flows down my pale ghost like cheek, before I can react to the desperation of their discovery I hear the brutal shot of a gun.
Moonlight
It shines on my pale face like a flashlight in the dark. I stand on the patched stone road frozen at the light bulb staring upon me, a river of moonlight pours amongst the road like waterfalls. It complements the darkness drowning it, smaller bursts of light surrounding it poke their heads catching a glimpse of the world where I stand. The darkness behind the moon is as black as coal and oil combined, I find myself unexpectedly sitting overwhelmed by the scene. Tick. Tock. The world goes by, day by day yet this beauty I see before me can never be beat. But this will all soon disappear.
Goodbye
The walls start closing in, my claustrophobic body sits itself down curled up in a ball. My fingers continueously shake as I form them into a fist. Be strong, Be strong I quietly sing to myself. Mysterious ghosts whisper around me as the moon sends a ribbon of light that creeps through the demolished window. I feel a dark presence towering over me then a sharp pierce in my right hip, I don’t even struggle to get it off of me. I just lay motionless, lost. My hollow eyes see no more, blinded forever. Goodbye.
Hunger Games
I stand tall looking at Prim, her pupils twinkle as the sun dances in her eyes. “I have to protect her,” I think to myself. “from the straving… from the games.” I put my smooth patched leatheer jacket over my broad shoulders then pick up my game bag that smells like strong blood. I push the scraped door open as it screams in age. The gravel path that leads ferom the huse to the wood crunches under my aching feet. Finally, I reach the fence covered in electrical wiring . However, the capitol says it runs everyday but i guess everyones forgotten about District Twelve. Infact we’re just like District Thirteen… Hopeless, forgotten and lost.I duck under the ‘electrical’ fence as a cool breeze nearly drags my long dark braid afloat. I look at the scene before me, District Twelve looks nothing like the woods they’re two different worlds. Greens and Browns paint a beautiful picture before me towering like they own the place, arms venture out to me like I’m some sort of creature. I approach a small apple tree that is almost twice the size of me but is still the smallest little child. I pull out my long slick bow from the hollow bark, I chose this tree to camouflauge my bow because it reminds me of Prim. Small. Sweet. Hopeless against all odds. The odds are never in our favour.
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