The Storm Creative Writing

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Like a razor-sharp knife slicing through delicate skin, the echoing howl of the wind pierced violently through the eerie silence simultaneously as clouds of charcoal ominously replaced the azure blue sky, hinting the start of a treacherous storm. As she quickened her pace along the uneven trail, the twisted, claw-like branches of the tortuous trees stretched out in all directions, determined to seize anything or anyone that stood in their way. Slithering amidst the blood-splattered trees that surrounded her, the vindictive coils of formidable fog cruelly pinched the tips of her frail fingers, driving her into deeper panic as she anxiously darted toward a narrow cave-like passageway. Chilling sensations rushed down her spine, sending goose-bumps to break out like an infectious disease across her body as she tried to take in the new surrounding. The rugged walls which made up the passageway seemed to edge closer and closer together as she ventured further into the dark abyss, restricting her from any form of movement. With every step she took, the decrepit ceiling continued to cave in, crushing against her brittle skull. Creeping up her inflamed nose, the vile stench of rotting carcasses began to burn her throat and choke her senses. A faint sight of an impressive ancient …show more content…

There was just enough light for her to notice the unusual symbols engraved over the walls and ceiling which begged to be depicted. In front of her positioned a disfigured bronze Buddha statue which sat in a meditative state on a wooden altar table that was lined with frayed sheets of red cloth. Evil radiated from the statue; his malevolent eyes were tightly shut and lips curved into a menacing, crooked smile. An array of rotten flowers and fruits remained on several crimson plates in front of the Buddha statue, drained of colour, fragrance and life -offered by long gone disciples who once worshipped him in return for his eternal

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