We set off, for the first five minutes there was complete silence amid us, my friends and I were as jittery as a novice driver as none of us had clue what to expect. Warily, we slowly approached the front gate to find a very convenient hole in it. As we clambered through the tiny hole we put our torches on, since dark was already upon us. On the way through the jagged, cratered path, which looked like it had been bombed over and over again, we stumbled upon an average sized house which had every window boarded up - except for one. I felt a strange shiver down my back as we realised that we had to scale a ten foot wall, just to get inside.
Immediately, the doors closed and the train was off again. Two more stops till Scarborough, I thought. The train moved calmly and swiftly through the tunnels. The train looked dark and evil and didn’t give out much light at all. This made the shadows more lively and energetic, as you could see them moving in and out of the cabins.
Jack gazed around at the hordes of motionless skeletons in mesmerized bewilderment and relief. “I’ve no idea?” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “But I don’t think we should hang around here to find out!” At Jack’s command, they made their way out of the skeletal circle and crept down a long narrow corridor that had opened up between them. They walked carefully and cautiously across a mass of shattered skeletal bodies that littered the desert floor, the bones cracking and crunching underneath their feet in the spooky silence with each step taken. A little further down the track, a colossus of a man clad in a suit of red body armour appeared against the flaming wreckage.
The car startled him, but his lack of nerves led him to carry on. All to be heard was an owls hooting in a near by whistling tree. The waiting was endless, a single drop of rain trickled down his stern face, but for fear of being caught he never twitched. Two deafening roars of thunder echoed through the hills but torrential conditions didn't move him, his unblinking, hard, cold eyes where fixed on the house. Two years of planning was about to be over he picked up his box and limped down the hill to a lonely cottage.
Tom fell in love with her, but she ignored him. And he often went to the place where she lived. One day Tom went to the forest where he found Huckleberry Finn, who lived in the forest without his parents. Huckleberry had warts, so they decided to do something about it. They agreed to go to the graveyard in the middle of the night to cure Huckleberry from his warts.
The few early risers stomped like walking dead on the cold streets, neither a sleep, nor awake, dead or alive. The stiffness of the haze shrouded the town with an uncertain mysteriousness, like a dark figure lurking around the corner. Jasper fell into the every new day, which had become a hell to him. With the ominous anniversary pushing closer every minute, no longer did daylight provide freedom from his nightmares. Previously, he had only been vulnerable during his sleep, which currently, he rarely received.
Middleseton Fuel Distribution Center Clinging wet soot covered the low lying landscape, blackening the predominant features, mainly rocks and broken bricks keeping them the colour of the dark side of the lunar surface. A waterfall of unclean dirt, rain and coal imperfections cascaded down from the chimney's filthy mouth. For miles around the giant stalks spewed a venomous spray that kept everything sticky to the touch with tar. Ting stood under railway arch 17 beneath the yellow lettered rail sign: Middleseton 46 miles. He was out of the rain, resting his arm on a metal plate which bore the inscription - Track 21- Beware Of The Train.
The deathly ringing of the clock resonated throughout the chambers and faded away like they always had. But this time, the festivities did not flare back to life, for the new figure had control over the attention of everyone. This unique figure was shrouded in a robe as black as a void that covered all of his body except for his face, which was concealed by a peculiar mask. Contrary to the darkness of the robes, the lean mask was a pure, ghostly white with two blood red, curved lines, thicker at the top of the mask and thinner towards the bottom, through the eyes which were void holes. The air around him was cold and stale, like death lingered around him, waiting for its next victim.
The moon shone bright white, in the cloudless sky, it was the only source of light that could be seen for miles. Owls occasionally fluttered by overhead, their silhouettes passing over the grass. The air was cold and numb and with every breath I drew a misty, chilly exhale followed. As the house drew nearer everything around me became quieter and more distant. The trees murmuring couldn't be heard anymore and the cold iron gates were far, far back in the distance.
He had seen the boy stand at the corner at night not leaving till he had picked up at least one job or the night was bare minutes afore light. He had seen the boy leave his spot in the ally under the queer willow to go to s... ... middle of paper ... ... him. He slid onto the seat next to the raven haired man who turned around stopping before the queer willow. Davey removed an axe from the packed trunk before releasing his furry onto the queer willow with the destructive weapon. The ancient tree fell, providing a safe haven no more.