You walk along the mushroom lit vegetation, moving up and over the daggers protruding from the thousands of branches. You have no idea where you are, as you had lost where you were going once the eerie shadows began to move and seemingly rearrange the forest of bramble. The air was tinted with a frosty wind, each breath making itself known to the world around you, though nobody was around to see. At least that's what you hoped. Feeling eyes watching you carefully, you glance around and see the shadows move again, but this time, you pick up the pace when you notice the thousands of eyes looking back. You break out into a run, but something stops you; you fall onto your face, unable to move. Panicking, you whimper when you hear the footsteps
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
We walked down into the bustling docks, stinking of long dead fish and seaweed. We walked past the decreped old fishing boats and their owners, all with rotting wooden lobster pots and old rope nets. The huge ship was moared in the harbour, its ancient gangplank rested lightly on the hole filled pier. Mr Cheese, our navigator, stood at the top polishing his peg leg, while Meet-Hook stood behind working on yet another wax painting. Otis and Carla ran up the gangplank and began to load the crates of sugar and cotten from the plantations into the hold.
No one can enter it [the forest] without losing his way. The forest has always been a place of initiation for there the demonic presences, the ancestral spirits, and the forces of nature reveal themselves.” Brown is no exception. For in the forest he is made aware of demonic presences, ancestral spirits, and he confronts the forces of nature in their strange and fearful aspects.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
Trapped Charlie woke up with the biggest headache he ever had struggled with. The bright sun glared into his eyes, and the humid air was so thick he felt he could cut it with a knife. Sitting up, Charlie took in his surroundings. Surrounding him was strange foliage he had never seen. Trees with trunks that looked like the skin of a pineapple towered above him.
“This way!” The Shaman led them deeper into the forest. “I may know of one place, but—Look out!”
There was not really much of a choice. To live or to die. Mr Murderer was staring at me, waiting for me to accept his offer. What is he, a pimp?
A girl runs from room to room in a deserted house. She’s looking for somewhere to hide, but all the rooms are empty. Her hands open and close, grasping at the air as she careers from wall to wall and stumbles through doors. She runs down narrow stairs into the basement. A fluorescent bulb hums and flickers, throwing shadows onto a crumbling brick wall and the concrete floor.
The Gunslinger has been walking for 7 days through the desert. It seems that the desert is becoming more and more barren the further he walks. The desert held no life there was just soft red sand everywhere, with a blistering sun beating down on anything which emerges out of the shadows. As he walked he took out a single bullet from his belt and started to fidget to keep his mind blank. It flew from one finger to the next, in between each knuckle effortlessly gliding across his skin. With long strides, he tracked through the sand, having the familiar rhythm of his gun holsters hitting against the side of his thighs.
For once he listened to me and went off to get it. People were gathering around again. Watching everything unfold. I was next to the boy, crouched down on the ground to reach eye level with him. His eyes were a dark shade of red. The need to feed was killing him, literally. His eyes were full of shear terror. He hadn't the slightest clue what was going on.
It was the first day of sophomore year for many, but for Emma, today marked the beginning of her new identity. As she sat in homeroom, Emma shuddered as she recalled the moment she was told she was not allowed to return to Oakville High School. That was the reason she was sitting in an unfamiliar classroom, surrounded by unknown faces. The school was built with cinder blocks with white tiled floors, and the rooms were decorated with black and white educational posters. That didn’t matter to Emma, because there it was almost guaranteed that she wouldn’t have to face anybody from Oakville again. “How could they blame me for that? A fourteen year old girl who has never done anything horrible in her life, yet they think I would wreck a car!” Emma thought bitterly.
"Mom," she spoke as she felt her eyes filling up with tears. "I'm sorry..I'm so sorry." she cried as she laid against her
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.
Sky felt the light weight of his bag on his back, and the cold wind of winter on his face. He stopped and looked around realizing that nobody was here except for him and and a shadowy figure in the distance.