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Love is an attitude, love is a prayer,
For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
Love is good will for the gain of another,
Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Scary Halloween
Today's halloween, a time where ghost and ghouls of the deep, dark west roam the land, knocking at your doorstep.
knock knock...
Knock Knock....
KNOCK KNOCK.....
The grey timber face of the wooden door opened slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch.
The interior of the house was cold and dark, had you not been used to this countryside it would seem all the more LIFELESS.
The air that came out from behind the door was stale and rancid, reminding you of the old chest which you opened in grandpa's attic. Even more so, upon careful sniffing, you detect a whimper of distinctly familiar pungent smells, not of sweaty meatloaft coming out a boy's locker room, but of dead, decaying flesh squirming with the common undertaker beetles. The weathered facade of the house was dimly lit with candles in a pumpkin; never before did the jack-o-lantern appear so devilish and eerie. The queer smiles and insidious eyes of the pumkin head looked intently at you, as if they were to follow your every movement and every step, and before you know it the but you didn't know...
The lifeless door opened wide, you tried to look, but you can't, your eyes won't let you, they remained shut. Who knows what evil lies right before you, that would turn your puny heart to stone even with one glimpse; your brain is smart, or has it malfunction due to the intense fear you are feeling? Try hard you did but your eyes disobeyed you.
Finally, with all strength exhausted, the left eye, the weaker of the two, gave way and you managed to take a peek into the unknown horror presented to you on a silver platter. And horror it is that you get.
Right there, in front of you, between the tiny frame of the door, or should I say, "hell's gate", emerged a ghastly figure enshrouded in shadows and bathed in darkness. Slowly, without hesitation, the god-knows-what figure advances towards you, towards the steps before you, towards the antique porch. If only that was the only thing happening right now, but it is not...
Footsteps, you hear with your already sensitised ears, clear foreshadowing footsteps. Not one, not two and not even three. "No it can't be..." you recognised that the footsteps were not possible to be made by shoes, "but by what?" you pondered. As though a mother calls her children, so does this figure beckons her minions. The breaking of stepped branches became more distinct as the footsteps grew louder. The great fog embraces your surroundings and all you see are dark, shadowy beings approaching you, 'if' they're even beings to begin with.
The scene heralds a nostalgic flashback of 'Underworld', the blood the violence the gore, they all kept running through your head, your mind, your brain. Even the beautiful Selene is unable to save you.
You feel helpless, you feel trapped, you feel hopeless...
As the haunting creature approaches the tarnished stairs leading to where you are, you tried to run but you are rooted with fear and trembling with fright, the diminutive light from the full moon allowed a snippet of the obscured figure.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed in the hands of the creature carrys a bag of....of......of........
"Who wants some candy!?!" squealed Mrs puffytart in delightful joy.
The vocab was used to enhance the literary content of the story. Do pm me if there's any flawed usage. And I say pm, please don't flood my tag board.
Happy halloween, the A levels much scarier by the way.
Goodnight
reflected by Juls @ 11:45 pm
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A Jack of all trades but a master of none. A man of secrets and Mystery. One can never decipher the very thought in the complex mind of his.
Loves
Chocolate
Photography
Greeb Pastures
Fellowshipping with friends
Hates
being ignored
Big bad wolf
Cows...they steal my grass
