The atmosphere was suffocating. Wafts of sulphurous flames rapidly engulfed the pale granite ceilings, as the glowing light leaked through the steel doors... Shivering, I recoiled from the compelling monster, the smoke mingling with the agonising burn of the grotesque creature. Cautiously, the vague figure, who's feet softly whispered towards me, cruelly pierced his eyes deep down into mine - his eyes a shocking crimson red... Why did I venture around this tunnel? Why did my curiosity lead me to my death? Why did I have to discover the map? Standing frozen on the ground, I winced at the torrent of thoughts that came cascading through my head, even though, I forced them out. The eerie landscape shall be forever engraved in my mind; the monster's eyes continued to lock with mine. However, my unsteady feet moved back, releasing me from the glare of the creature.
"Let me go!" I screamed frantically, struggling... A blizzard of thoughts wrecked my questions while the monster smiled, devilishly. Consequently, the large looming shadow casting down on me ghosted back. In a blur, the monster sauntered forward to kill me...
The Eiger (3,970 m (13,025 ft)) is a mountain in the Bernese Alps in Switzerland
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Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
0 Write a Missing Chapter
01.04.2014
As the blazing sun dissolved into the hazy clouds, shooting long beams of illuminous ruby and gold across the towering school, the colours danced together and disappeared. Bradley, a faint figure shimmering in the light, stared absentminded at Red Hill School - (his personal hell). Slowly, he dragged his feet and unwillingly sealed the few steps between him and the school. No one is staring at you; no one is staring at you. He promised himself. Realising that a gang of boys stared - eyes wide - at his shoes, he froze. Feeling panic-stricken, the gang suddenly dissolved into giggles, convulsing with laughter as Bradley lowered his gaze. He clenched his fists. Momentarily, a torrent of anger wrecked his peaceful sanctuary. Just then, his stomach was twisted with pain like shards of broken glass.
"I'll get them later..." he mumbled under his breath. Forcing his feet to drag himself into the room, he gawked at how much eyes were locked onto his shoes - (his sisters shoes). Ecstatic, the audience abruptly burst into ruptures of laughter, Bradley's face was coloured a rich crimson red.
"Hey! Look at Chicken Chalkers!" Jeff exploded with laughter, clutching the table for support. "The new fairy in town!" His mind, hurling abuse to defend himself, boiled with anger. Bradley furiously punched his face. The relief washed over his body. The room went silent...Just then, Mrs Ebbel stepped in, her face horror-struck.
"Bradley! In the Principals office, now!"
Timidly, he took a huge gust of air before he grasped the golden knob revealing the head teachers office. Realising he was in a heap of trouble, he slowly turned and took a step back.
"Bradley Chalkers?" Her soft voice came from behind him. He spun around, too quickly. Sharp pain ripped through his head while she approached him. He stared, bewildered, at his head teacher.
"I didn't do nothing... I..." His vocal sound was hoarse as he quietly trailed off, his mind wandering idly for a possible solution. His voice bounced off the granite floor and was swallowed by the huge, blanch ivory table. Embarrassed, Bradley crookedly stumbled towards her formal desk, preparing himself to endure his punishment while butterflies swarmed through his stomach. Just then, he plotted a plan to escape even though he knew it was hopeless. Suddenly, he could feel the apprehension clawing up his parched, dry throat. Bradley hated getting into trouble although, he loved the expression on their faces.
"Bradley." She exhaled deeply. "You are receiving detention for 3 weeks."
Bradley, frozen with fear and worry, was paralyzed with anger... Furious, he clenched his fists.
Whilst walking down the sleek corridor, he wandered about what will happen to him and Jeff, as he descended into the end of the day...
As the blazing sun dissolved into the hazy clouds, shooting long beams of illuminous ruby and gold across the towering school, the colours danced together and disappeared. Bradley, a faint figure shimmering in the light, stared absentminded at Red Hill School - (his personal hell). Slowly, he dragged his feet and unwillingly sealed the few steps between him and the school. No one is staring at you; no one is staring at you. He promised himself. Realising that a gang of boys stared - eyes wide - at his shoes, he froze. Feeling panic-stricken, the gang suddenly dissolved into giggles, convulsing with laughter as Bradley lowered his gaze. He clenched his fists. Momentarily, a torrent of anger wrecked his peaceful sanctuary. Just then, his stomach was twisted with pain like shards of broken glass.
"I'll get them later..." he mumbled under his breath. Forcing his feet to drag himself into the room, he gawked at how much eyes were locked onto his shoes - (his sisters shoes). Ecstatic, the audience abruptly burst into ruptures of laughter, Bradley's face was coloured a rich crimson red.
"Hey! Look at Chicken Chalkers!" Jeff exploded with laughter, clutching the table for support. "The new fairy in town!" His mind, hurling abuse to defend himself, boiled with anger. Bradley furiously punched his face. The relief washed over his body. The room went silent...Just then, Mrs Ebbel stepped in, her face horror-struck.
"Bradley! In the Principals office, now!"
Timidly, he took a huge gust of air before he grasped the golden knob revealing the head teachers office. Realising he was in a heap of trouble, he slowly turned and took a step back.
"Bradley Chalkers?" Her soft voice came from behind him. He spun around, too quickly. Sharp pain ripped through his head while she approached him. He stared, bewildered, at his head teacher.
"I didn't do nothing... I..." His vocal sound was hoarse as he quietly trailed off, his mind wandering idly for a possible solution. His voice bounced off the granite floor and was swallowed by the huge, blanch ivory table. Embarrassed, Bradley crookedly stumbled towards her formal desk, preparing himself to endure his punishment while butterflies swarmed through his stomach. Just then, he plotted a plan to escape even though he knew it was hopeless. Suddenly, he could feel the apprehension clawing up his parched, dry throat. Bradley hated getting into trouble although, he loved the expression on their faces.
"Bradley." She exhaled deeply. "You are receiving detention for 3 weeks."
Bradley, frozen with fear and worry, was paralyzed with anger... Furious, he clenched his fists.
Whilst walking down the sleek corridor, he wandered about what will happen to him and Jeff, as he descended into the end of the day...
Friday, 7 February 2014
2 To Write the climax and Resolution to my missing chapter
"My lungs craved for abit of air. Suddenly, my eyes flickered open although my instinct was to reach the surface. Fragments of wood floating in the water. What happened?.." Billy questioned.
Frantically, his body was waving and kicking the water even though he knew it was hopeless. Just then, his eyes slowly opened, revealing a mysterious land in the far horizon. Bryher. Was it true? Was it his imagination? Abruptly, a torrent of questions came cascading through his mind. Meanwhile, my face flashed in front of his eyes. Why did I leave my home? Why did I leave Bryher? He challenged himself. Rapidly, fierce waves of torture washed over him. Furiously pushing him into his darkest fears. Slowly, the cruel ocean water was pulling him down even though his muscles in his body fought viciously to pull him up to shore, the waves waited to devour him. Abruptly, he tasted the bitter taste of salty water creep down his dry lungs, causing his throat to crack dry. He stopped fighting...Just then, the letter Laura gave suddenly felt like 100 pounds in his pocket. What about Laura? He cried. Spontaneously, boats appeared. Several unfamiliar faces filled his sore red eyes. Hurling abuse to stay alive and keep breathing. Billy was determined not to die at sea, he forced himself to reach Bryher to amend their fathers relationship. What about his family waiting? All of a sudden, he felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder. They plunged him out of the ocean. Like a pair of crooked hands, the vicious lighting ripped open the sky. Who has saved him? Just then, he heard a familiar voice , it was Laura. His sister. Was it true? At that moment, a huge iron grip pumped his body, forcing the water out. Was he alive? Suddenly, his life leaked back into his body, feeding him with strength. Who was it that he owed his life to?
"Sluggishly, my eyes flickered open and revealed the face of Joseph Hannibal, hurling commands to keep my eyes open." Just then, I felt my throat crack dry although tonnes of water passed through. The once amazing Zanzibar stands no more with only bits of disintegrated pieces of word. A wave of relief washed over me. Billy was back home...
Thank God he is back!
Talk to you soon,
Laura...
Frantically, his body was waving and kicking the water even though he knew it was hopeless. Just then, his eyes slowly opened, revealing a mysterious land in the far horizon. Bryher. Was it true? Was it his imagination? Abruptly, a torrent of questions came cascading through his mind. Meanwhile, my face flashed in front of his eyes. Why did I leave my home? Why did I leave Bryher? He challenged himself. Rapidly, fierce waves of torture washed over him. Furiously pushing him into his darkest fears. Slowly, the cruel ocean water was pulling him down even though his muscles in his body fought viciously to pull him up to shore, the waves waited to devour him. Abruptly, he tasted the bitter taste of salty water creep down his dry lungs, causing his throat to crack dry. He stopped fighting...Just then, the letter Laura gave suddenly felt like 100 pounds in his pocket. What about Laura? He cried. Spontaneously, boats appeared. Several unfamiliar faces filled his sore red eyes. Hurling abuse to stay alive and keep breathing. Billy was determined not to die at sea, he forced himself to reach Bryher to amend their fathers relationship. What about his family waiting? All of a sudden, he felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder. They plunged him out of the ocean. Like a pair of crooked hands, the vicious lighting ripped open the sky. Who has saved him? Just then, he heard a familiar voice , it was Laura. His sister. Was it true? At that moment, a huge iron grip pumped his body, forcing the water out. Was he alive? Suddenly, his life leaked back into his body, feeding him with strength. Who was it that he owed his life to?
"Sluggishly, my eyes flickered open and revealed the face of Joseph Hannibal, hurling commands to keep my eyes open." Just then, I felt my throat crack dry although tonnes of water passed through. The once amazing Zanzibar stands no more with only bits of disintegrated pieces of word. A wave of relief washed over me. Billy was back home...
Thank God he is back!
Talk to you soon,
Laura...
Friday, 24 January 2014
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