completely insane, mentally unfit, he had gone absolutely mad. I closed my eyes and made peace with God. I was going to die at the hand of this snake wrangling phycho. I had just said my metal amen when we came to a screeching halt, rocks sped out from under us and the engine whined then puttered out slowly. My head hit the back of the seat hard, the edges off my vision turned black for a second. “ Fun, he asked?” “ I thought I was going to die, I said, catching my breath.” “ That’s the fun part. He said, with a wild look in his eyes” “ I don’t know what planet you’re from buddy, but maybe it was a little fun, despite the fact that we almost died.” “ Again, Rosie, that is the fun part, coming ever so close to the edge but, never quite crossing …show more content…
There were still a few stars left in the sky twinkling but, slowly fading. The rest of the sky way taken up by big beautiful clouds and and orange-pinky scape across everything else, the sun was a giant red ball of fire so far away from me sitting on top of the hills but so close to me I felt as though I was inside it. Everything was quiet except for the rushing of the water which pitched itself into a small waterfall, the bottom pushing out a white foam. My train of thought intupted by the fact that Walker had just pitched himself over that cliff. I ran out of the car skidding when I reached the edge. All I saw were his bare feet and his body diving faster and faster down. I screamed for all that I had “Walker!”by the time I had the word out of my mouth he had hit the bottom off the pool. He could hit his head. He could be dead. Maybe he was that needed saving this time my mind raced. The only thing I could do was jump, not think, just jump. I could feel the wind howling in my ears, my stomach drop, tears well up in my eyes. He better be dead when I get down there. An ear spitting shriek escaped my lips then I hit something. Not water though, arms, wet arms, strong arms, Walker’s arms. He pulled me in close to his chest, I
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
I wake to the blaring noise of screeching wheels. I am in the back of a transport vehicle. The lights burn my eyes, and they take a moment to adjust. I am weak and my head pounds with a severe ache. The truck makes sharp movements and shoves me from side to side.
The Endless Maze I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle, and pushed through. The lady was right. She had warned me about the strange habits of the house before I moved in.
When they returned to the hideout, Dutch and Gilbert were sitting in the office. “I’m glad you made it through,” said Marcel said to them. “Yeah, yeah, those krauts as suckers for cupcakes,” said Dutch “You gave them cupcakes? ” asked Saban. “What would you suggest I give them, gypsy, a kiss?”
It was a dark winter night when the Narrator received a text from a man that he had been friends with since college. He was happy that he was going to get to see his friend, but the location where his friend told him to meet him was the House of Terror. The House of Terror was a large old house that had been in his friends family for years. The house stood alone on the hill and the closes house to it was miles away. Once he was at the House of Terror his friend sent him a text saying that he was going to be late because he had something he had to take care of. As he looked up at the house, it has a dingy grey color, paint-flaked and neglected, its windowpanes smeary with age and dirt, it's brickwork crumbling away.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
A Wolf’s Cry Wolves are misunderstood. Beautiful and wild, never able to be tamed, and the epitome of freedom. They only want to be accepted and loved for what they are. Now, here I stood, at the International Wolf Center, located in Ely, MN.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
I turned frantically and started to sprint the other way. I sprinted the other way for a good mile not looking back, afraid he would be chasing me. I hid behind a tree to catch my breath, kneeling down. I see feet facing towards me. My heart is now beating faster than I can count.
A Scary Kidnapping It was a cold winter night, an eerie silence gripping us, as we tried, but failed miserably , to climb over his apartment gate and get home. “We have to hurry up” Sumedh whispered, not wanting to penetrate the still air. My family and I came to LA 2 days ago, as a vacation during Christmas break. We were staying at my dad’s college mate’s house for a few days, then moving on to Palm Springs.
The coldness of the void crept into my body. A constant, throbbing pain that I couldn’t escape. I hated that pain. In order to warm myself, I cowered into the grey, soulless rock below me, squishing my body flatter than a pancake. The coldness of the rock stung me, the gritty stones digging into my flesh.
When do you feel like it's time for a change? I’ll tell you a story about a girl who always felt misunderstood. Well, to start with her appearance she was about 5’5 and 135 pounds curvier than other girls, really dark skin almost like a healthy dark chocolate Hershey’s kiss. Her hair was always burgundy like piece of red velvet cake, she had some many ear piercing you would think she was part of a rock band. Only you will learn she didn’t belong to anything.
I reached around me, turned in a circle, and felt nothing occupying the space. I knelt on the floor and began crawling on my hands and knees. I frantically searched for a wall, an object, anything to give me a hint as to where I was. My nerves soon overtook me as I continued on with nothing to stop the amount of panic flaming within me. I shook with fear and desperation as… AHA!
I blink my eyes open, there's almost no light, only a small amount coming from a hole in the wall. I groan when a pounding ache forms behind my eyes, I sit up and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, that douche put me in a freaking cage. I'm sitting on a board that comes off the wall, speaking of, the walls were a grey brick. There was a giant room, and then this grey cage.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.