Abruptly, my body was cannonballed off the bike and sent down a craggy forty foot deep ravine. I realised that I had made a huge mistake when my body smacked into a tree and I heard the crack of my spine, crumpling upon impact. My body was completely afflicted with a cold numbness. I began to lose consciousness as I smacked into rocks. The steep sides forced me down without any control. Constantly spinning and tumbling. My brain was sent into overdrive to try and shield me from the pain that I was experiencing, but even that was a pointless exercise. The strong thumping of each stone, pebble and branch that jutted out of the unforgiving cliff painted my body with cuts and gashes up and down my pale body and face. Hearing the faint voices in the distance, I tried to move but I soon realised I struggled to feel any of my limbs. My cousins were shouting from …show more content…
A breeze flowed over my body carrying my scent and blooded smell through the caves and forests for any beast to smell. A distant distorted roar echoed and woke me up as I dropped in and out of consciousness. I opened my eyes and glared forward. Nothing but blurred images filled my vision. All of a sudden the blurred image sprinted towards me, it pushed any branch, log or boulder out its path in order to get to me. Before I had time to react the thumping sounds of unforgiving paws rushed closer and closer. The bear, brown and immense, grunted intensely as it was on top of my back. Flipping me back and forth, an unfathomable pain ripped through my body. Trying to get any sense of control I tried to get grip the ground but with the soil being thin and sparse it denied me of any such hope. For a split moment I was able to make eye contact with the monster. Nothing could describe the fear I felt, a surgical blackness. The monsters eyes were a bottomless fiery pit. Cold and
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 chased the monster through the bright hallways until it led me through a back door. I stumbled outside, out of breath. That was the moment I first saw what monsters looked like. It had gnarly hands with long twisted and yellowed nails. Below its deformed face stood a human body and its glossy black eyes looked like marbles that could stare into your soul. The slit that looked like a mouth was twisted into a sly grin. Its body was covered in patches of different hair colours and scaly, rotten flesh.
I tried to crouch down and pick up some speed and ended up doing an aerial front flip with a two point header right into a patch of ice crusted snow. I lay there for several minutes, wondering if the cold I felt was my body going numb. I had thought that that fancy trick had killed me, but it wasn't my time. It only left me with a bloody nose and a cut chin. I was very disappointed, I thought that at least a cracked vertebrae was deserving of my efforts.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
I did not recognize the person before me, I did not know whether to be horrified or ecstatic, I have turned into a, a monster. My hair a mess, dyed a crimson red, my clothes even worse, and my ears still ringing with the sweet scared scream of my victim. I turn my head to the sound of sirens and jump out the back window, my weapon in my hand, the body, bloody and limp, all of the life gone, left behind me. I jump into the woods out of sight just in time, the cops go around the back. I run as fast as I can into the woods, trees passing me. The night engulfing me. I hopped that I got rid of the evidence, all of the evidence. I hear dogs and gun fire, it's alive, my glorious creation! It's not a zombie, it doesn't feed on flesh, well, at least
The woods consumed me like the arms of a mother protecting her young. They surrounded me with a warmth, the purest of healing heat and cool breezes between breaths of adrenaline.
The blur of people screaming at me, my mother grabbing me and running away, the panicked hands and faces as I was pulled upstairs were still a blur in my mind. Since then I had avoided the place, but as a new adolescent it has become a mandatory task. The creature stared at us with tears running down its face, and it pointed at us.
creature stood before me, gnarling teeth, sharp enough to slice cleanly through my flesh. Skin, a sickish green, mounted with boils and sores, rough and jagged all over. Claws, double the size of the contorted figure, curled by it's side. The creature hunched over, as it were waiting to pounce any second, or maybe as if I was waiting for it to pounce. Now, I was more curious then frightful. My feet glued to the floor, my heart pounding heavily. I was to be a victim, slaughtered and eaten as the main course yet I still stood. The compelling need, to look the creature in the eye had taken over, and my chin lifted. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. My stomach churned, not at the sight of the horns that stretched from it's forehead,
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
He pounced on me and knocked me to the ground next to my brother. I raised my hands, preventing him from sinking his sharp teeth into my neck. A cry for help escaped my lips as I struggled to prevent him from ending my existence. His claws pierced through the fragile skin of my arm, and I cried out in pain.
I got up from my comfortable bed and walked towards the bathroom. I washed my face and brush my teeth, trying to fix my hair. I couldn’t tell if my hair looks fine or not. I can’t see anything, not because I’m too sleepy or anything like that but because I’m blind.
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.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.