Instinct took control of my muscles and began to push my limbs downward. Something hard, holding a long and firm edge jabbed my right eye, but the need for out was stronger than the pain it caused. I forced my way through the clumps and stabs of rigid objects, desperate to get free. With each second that went by the instinctive fight dwindled. Consciousness turned to unconsciousness. A slim moment before I slipped into the darkness, breathable air touched my lips. My lungs sucked in hard, filling to the brim and I lay gasping and gaping. My eyes stayed tightly shut. The cold mounds pressed painfully on my cheeks but.. I could finally breathe. What the fuck is that stench? The darkness in my eyes began to spin and twirl. The panic started again. My eyes felt a graze as I was freed from the twisting darkness--I froze. A thick, blanketing dread covered me. The smell was accompanied by the sight of rot for a hundred paces each way. The lumps of dead shook as my limbs thrashed. I grasped desperately, crying between breaths. I searched for an object with a strong footing. My fingers …show more content…
What am I doing here? The thought rattled in my head, while my hand moved to the bridge of my nose. My eyelids grazed my eyes again. I quickly lurched backwards and let out a short inhale through my teeth as pain jutted up my tail bone. My rump had landed awkwardly, on a broken skull. The hand attached to my arm was a mirror of my surroundings. The flesh had decayed and was missing at parts. Bone was visible, small bits were tainted with rot. I held the decayed wrist, and slid my thumb along its rotted palm. I curled its fingers and nothing felt out of the ordinary. The sight however, pushed a deep and unsettling feeling into my abdomen. I took a deep and shaky breath, stood tall, then looked around with cautious eyes. The bones crunched under my feet when I stepped. On all sides were tall walls, encasing the armed corpses.. Encasing me. I am trapped in a pit with the
They revealed headless humans hung on chains and innumerous distorted faces. The sound of something similar to that of a disembodied spirit could be heard from all angles. I wasn't nearly as frightened as my sister, though, so I made it my sole responsibility to protect her. "We're going to make it out of here and then you won't have to come back any more." The vehicle turned yet another corner and we came to a standstill with the ancient concrete wall.
My hands are tied with a roughly woven rope. The rope is cutting into my wrists, and blood is dropping down all over floor. I am trying to unbind my hands, but I can’t. Sweat is rolling down from all over my face. I am thirsty, too much thirsty. I am feeling my stomach is filled with small and hard stones. I notice a shiny reflection of glass. I looked at it, and the glass is filled with water. I am dragging myself to the glass. My pants are ripped, and knees are bleeding. Every single bone of my body is shouting with pain. The glass seems to be miles away from me. At last, I reached it. I am just going to take a sip of water, but somebody takes it away from
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
I feel him watching me. Wanting something from me, I know, I cannot give. Alone, in this abandoned room, the smell of death lies heavily on the air. I feel him, standing behind me, towering me with his rippling, inky figure. Rusting chains are draped across his decaying body, grinding against each other.
The Swamp Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. the bedroom door handle turned slowly. ”it's all ogre now” a strange voice said. Suddenly it began to smell like onions. i instantly sprinted under the bed.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The pain seared like a bolt from the sky. Squealing noises came from the immense heat as the pain festered and grew, pounding in my head. I lurched from my slumber and staggered to my feet. I clawed at my eye and tore a needle from my delicate iris. I roared and thrashed my body around the room in an attempt to escape the pain.
Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape.
I slowly staggered downstairs, into the darkness. A frightening silhouette stood right in front of me, my view was hindered. Neither I or the silhouette moved for several minutes. My stomach grumbled and twisted into a knot, an icy cold sweat formed on my forehead. The silhouette inched closer to me.
A violent shiver convulsed me back to life as I was dragged back from the perilous gates of the invisible choir. All that time, I wanted a better life. I screamed, but to no avail. Just awoken, I felt inclined to sleep…like my legs and arms were fastened to the hospital bed with ligatures restraining me. (I conjectured)
Looking at the speed I was going at, I force myself a fall. Not thinking my idea through, I force fell onto my right hand. As my hand had taken in the force, pain surged through my body, forcing my muscles to go limp. I sat on the asphalt in pain with no energy left in my body, powerless. After sitting on the asphalt for a while in pain, I slowly got up, holding my mom’s hand.
Something new and awkward was happening to me taking all my attention. Nevertheless, I tried hard to comfort myself by forcing in a simple sense that it will be all right. But, I couldn’t resist the undeniable feeling of my universe squeezing too much. A feeling that went for so long that I couldn’t remember what came before. A dreadful feeling that was continuously fed with an alarming wish to escape consuming my resistance and leaving me completely exhausted. I didn’t want to surrender, in a final attempt I kicked my legs out straight but nothing happened. I tried to stretch out, to escape to make the suffering stop and merge again with the universe I used to know.“Please stop!”, I closed my eyes firmly yet no sound came out. My mouth was firmly glued by thick layers of mud.… I had no choice but finally relenting.
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
Stamp. Stomp. Scuff. The torture was unbearable. I blocked the harrowing thoughts of my oncoming captor, and tried to construct a plan. I peered around the eerie room. Dust dulled each and every ornament, just adding to the clutter in the already paltry squalor. The lighting was poor, the only light came from the rotting window at the other side of the room.
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.