As I wake up strapped to a thing of wood in the pitch black dark wondering what is happening and what to do to get out of it. I hear some strange sounds coming from right by my hands. It’s a bunch of rats trying to eat the food my captures left me before they kill me. I hurry, in instinct to grab the food and start to eat it. As i'm eating this small piece of food I hear and see a pendulum swinging above me lowering every time it goes back and forth. Thinking fast before this Pendulum can kill me I rub the last of the food I have on the ropes and have the rats tear away the ropes as they think it is some type of food I have given them. I get out a second before the Pendulum can cut threw my stomach, as I take a huge breath of relief I start to notice that the walls start to in cave in. …show more content…
I start to run for my life as I am running I forgot about the big hole in the middle of the room. As I am running I feel a little breeze, it is the hole. I have know where to go know my heart is racing and I cannot think about what to do. The walls are closing in and I still have know where to go so I decide to try to jump to the other side of the hole where I might get a good grip on the edge, where I can pull myself up with no hesitation. I back up a few steps to get a running start and all I can think about is making it onto the other side. Ready to jump as I run, I stumble a little due to the slippery floor and barely get a hand onto the edge. I'm trying my hardest to pull myself up but I have no strength so it is impossible. All that is going through my mind is that I have tried my hardest and there is nothing I can do. As I prepare myself for my death I hear someone walk into the room where i'm hanging for my life. I yell with all of the breath I have left but the person who walked in is one of my
Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs.
“I shrank back-but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length, for my scared and writhing body, there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm of the prison.” I finally realized I had to stop analyzing the room and situation I was in and make a decision. I looked at the board that was not too far away from me. It appeared to be big enough that it would fit down against the inner walls of the pit. It was a long shot but seeing how I had no other option I went for it. Quickly I grabbed the board and threw it into the pit. Praying it would finally catch on the sides of the pit and just lay across. Thankfully my plan worked perfectly the board catches and wedges to the walls of the pit. It all happened so suddenly the walls were getting closer I
Nostalgia. That’s what I’d felt, it was like an overwhelming wave of worry and happiness holding me back and not letting go, and it was. I’d also felt pain, but that was probably from the broken arm. It had been five years since I’d seen V and here we were again, both in the hospital, of our own accord. Again. My heart pumped, and I couldn’t sit still. We’d fought, literally all the time, on purpose. It’s not like we hated each other or anything. It was just our way of having fun. This is a weird way of fun. Said everyone but us.
I start to kick and push forward with all my power, but this cistern is just too wide. My muscles sting with fatigue. If I go any further I’ll drown, I have to make a tough decision. I could try to swim back and hope I don’t drown, or I could swim to the bottom and explore, but if I do that I have the possibility of running out of air. I decide to go deep sea diving. I soon realize that I’ve made a huge mistake, this pit really is bottomless, and I’m running out of air. As soon as I’m about give up hope, I hit my head on what I think is the bottom of the cistern, and find a wait… no that can’t be a-a...DOOR! I swing the, gigantic door open, and gasp in the air
My last resort is going into this cage. Thank gosh I got into this ca-, oh no this isn’t good there is a lion in this cage with me, its gonna eat me, i'm done for.
but it's probably only been hours but I'm not far enough away. I keep running my feet pounding since I'm not wearing any shoes. I wasn't allowed to wear clothing it just got in the way when they wanted to torture me. My eyes are getting heavy I know I can't run much longer that one word just running through my mind.
Before any impact is produced from my action, Spider grabs me from behind. My ankle slams back down against the ledge,and Spider picks me up pulls me off the edge. “NO!” Spider screams out.
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
"Not if I beat you until you can’t." I said crudely. I was anxious and scared. I broke my mum's lawn gnome and knew that she had warned me of touching them or else she would make me into a lawn gnome. I also knew that I would not only be in trouble for breaking of the head of the orange beard, red checked and very plump gnome, but also for playing hooky with my Dad’s RC car. Later that night I got three extra spankins for threatening my little sister.
My little sister has tried everything already including the single rope that looks like the type acrobats walk across in circus’. That is when Sammi dares me to walk across the rope as well. I am hesitant but determined to make my way across. I find my way over to the single rope with each step gaining more and more courage. When I reach the rope I take several deep breaths before I take my first step. The rope wobbles and one misstep makes it feel like an earthquake right under my feet. I try not to think about how far up I am but at moving my feet one in front of the other. While walking across I am steady and not shaking in fear that I might actually fall. I make it over to the other side and relief washes over me in a wave. When I look up at Sammi I find her smirking and she says we should start a competition to see who is faster. Sammi and I stand side by side on opposite ledges we give each other a quick glance before we take off. Sammi is small and moves quickly with me right next to her neither of us slowing down. We make it to the platform at the same time and decide to go on some ropes. After many races, we do not have a clear winner and decide to call it a draw when our parents tell us it is time to
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
...et the edge of the knife cut into the skin. It was dead within seconds, and I pushed the body to the carpet and it landed with a thud next to the baseball bat it had been dragging down the hall. I knelt down next to the body slowly. I turned it over and inspected its face. I looked deeply into the eyes of my now dead mother, but I felt no sadness, because to me she wasn’t my mother, she was my monster, because mothers are supposed to care if you ate that night or not, they’re supposed to be there for you no matter what, and she did none of that, so all I felt was relief. Relief that it was finally over, the times that this woman who was supposed to love me unconditionally, beat me until I couldn’t feel anymore and told me that she wished I was dead, were finally over. I smiled and placed the knife in her fist and walked out of that house. I never, ever looked back.
With urgency, I plunged back into the hole, and army crawled the way I had come. With more mastery, I swiftly exited the trap-door and rocketed out of the princess's room, turning right at the doorway. It was now darker than ever, no mute light filtering from underneath the doorways, I was practically blind. Feeling with my hands, I touched the cold stone walls and felt an opening. Walking through my foot rammed into a hard object--it was a stair step.
My brother spends most of his time playing indoor sports or sitting on his IPad. This is incredibly relevant because I have no idea how he acts when confronted by bugs. He has a tendency to be OCD and does not like mud and dirt. This is why I figure that he will not go to the plant. This gives me some relief, but not much. At this time, I decided that my best bet and the only way to be positive of my safety is to burrow into the soil in the pot. I briefly thank myself for not leaving the pot. I decided that burrowing in the outer rim of the pot might be the easiest route because that way I will not have to deal with roots. I then changed my mind remembering that I can use the roots to pull myself back out of the wet soil. Also, this will most likely look more natural considering a random hole on the border of the soil might raise curiosity. I burrow all the way down to the tip on a thin, stringy route and stay as still as possible. I remember that my stillness might be irrelevant considering my size. Despite this, I remain still. After what I assume is several minutes, I emerge from the soil. My brother becomes disconcerted with my not being in my
Chapter Four Light spills out from the room, illuminating the puddle of silvery blood that has formed underneath my hand. I quickly enter the room, hoping that I’ve chosen correctly. The room appears to be a small chamber, the gold walls coated with glowing yellow-green moss. The uncovered sections of wall are covered with ancient etchings, which are too faded for me to make out properly.