Here I've put together three short stories that I wrote a few years ago, in 9th grade, during a couple english lessons at school. :)
Her heart stopped pounding for what felt like a minute.
She started to breathe, rapidly. The door-knob started to turn... slowly.
Marion froze in terror, what should she do?
She started to back away from the door but she stopped when she had reached the small fireplace near the kitchen.
Marion reached for a metal-spike that was used for moving coal into the fire.
Suddenly the door-knob stopped turning. Marion who had held her breath for some time took a deep sigh of relief and placed the metal-spike on the kitchen table.
Then, suddenly the door flew open and in came Marion's husband Edward who she for years had thought had died in war.
"Edward... you're alive!" she said in a shaky voice. Edward did not reply.
Instead he turned to face his wife dragging his one leg on the floor.
Marion screamed in terror for what she saw was not a living man. Half his body was dead!
She could see his skeleton bones and his guts hanging out. Blood started to dribble from his eye-sockets and insects were crawling in his mouth. Lime-green goo was oozing from open wounds in his head.
A horrible stench filled the room. The creature opened his mouth and screamed a terrible, blood-chilling roar. Marion fell to the ground, paralyzed, never to wake again. Her eyes were filled with terror.
The creature walked up to her body and ripped open the corpse, and then he ate the remains like he'd never eaten before...
Hugo the Kid:
He stepped of his saddle and landed on the scorched ground with a thud. The hot and dry air made his forehead dribble with sweat. He fished up a leather pouch from his vest which had been filled with fresh water a couple days ago, but was nearly empty now. His name was Hugo... Hugo the Kid. He was the most feared cowboy in all of the West. His appaloosa mare widened its nostrils and looked and Hugo with frightened and tired eyes.
"There, there lassie" he said in a deep voice with a Texas accent, "No need to be afraid gal, we'll soon be in Goldinger town, and when we get there... we'll be rich!"
Suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind a cactus.
"You won't be gettin' no gold Kid" the voice said, "Not while I'm here."
Hugo put his left hand by his belt, ready to draw his gun. Then he spat a huge ball of spitting tobacco. The ball landed on the ground with a splattin' sound and started to fry from the heat.
He threw the empty water-pouch onto the ground.
"Buckle up cowboy, cus you got some nerve to be challenging me, Hugo the Kid." He said.
A short man covered up by a huge sombrero stepped out from behind the cactus.
"You're a Mexican?" Hugo shouted, "Even worse than those savage Indians."
"You don't like Mexicans, amigo?" the man said, "Well, I don't like you stinkin' cowboys either!"
Then he lifted his head a bit so his eyes became visible from under the sombrero. They both stared at each other for several minutes, then they both drew their guns and...
... To be continued amigo!
The Voyager:
Lightning struck the mast of the old-fashioned voyage ship. The mast made a low cracking sound, and then fell into the water with a giant, whale-like splash. The rain slapped his face like long, ice cold hands with long nails ripping his skin. His hair stuck to his face like glue and his clothes were soaked with slightly acidic rain mixed with the salty-flavored sea water. Damp smells arouse from the sea and the odor stung in his nose.
"We must anchor the ship!" he yelled to the crew, but most of his words drowned in the deep growling from the sea waves slamming towards his ship. "Anchor the ship!" he yelled again.
A giant invisible hand of wind reached over the deck and brought one of the crew members with it into the giant, black sea.
"Man over board!" another crew member shouted and three men gathered trying to help the fallen on board. But it was for no use! The raging sea threw a wave over board and it flushed away four more crew members and most of their food-supplies.
He had seen the terror in the crews' eyes before they were drawn into the black depths of the sea and he would forever be haunted by their faces. Suddenly the sea calmed down and the black sky turned blue again. The rage of the Gods was over. He looked into the horizon and saw the most beautiful sight he had seen in many days... land!
He, the Captain of the Voyager had survived the seven days long rage of the sea, and he was the only survivor. He would never forget the bravery of his fellow men who had fallen in the battle with forces more powerful than any man could ever imagine...
Short story by Sabrina
Read 573 times
Written on 2006-10-07 at 15:17
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Three short stories
The zombie:Her heart stopped pounding for what felt like a minute.
She started to breathe, rapidly. The door-knob started to turn... slowly.
Marion froze in terror, what should she do?
She started to back away from the door but she stopped when she had reached the small fireplace near the kitchen.
Marion reached for a metal-spike that was used for moving coal into the fire.
Suddenly the door-knob stopped turning. Marion who had held her breath for some time took a deep sigh of relief and placed the metal-spike on the kitchen table.
Then, suddenly the door flew open and in came Marion's husband Edward who she for years had thought had died in war.
"Edward... you're alive!" she said in a shaky voice. Edward did not reply.
Instead he turned to face his wife dragging his one leg on the floor.
Marion screamed in terror for what she saw was not a living man. Half his body was dead!
She could see his skeleton bones and his guts hanging out. Blood started to dribble from his eye-sockets and insects were crawling in his mouth. Lime-green goo was oozing from open wounds in his head.
A horrible stench filled the room. The creature opened his mouth and screamed a terrible, blood-chilling roar. Marion fell to the ground, paralyzed, never to wake again. Her eyes were filled with terror.
The creature walked up to her body and ripped open the corpse, and then he ate the remains like he'd never eaten before...
Hugo the Kid:
He stepped of his saddle and landed on the scorched ground with a thud. The hot and dry air made his forehead dribble with sweat. He fished up a leather pouch from his vest which had been filled with fresh water a couple days ago, but was nearly empty now. His name was Hugo... Hugo the Kid. He was the most feared cowboy in all of the West. His appaloosa mare widened its nostrils and looked and Hugo with frightened and tired eyes.
"There, there lassie" he said in a deep voice with a Texas accent, "No need to be afraid gal, we'll soon be in Goldinger town, and when we get there... we'll be rich!"
Suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind a cactus.
"You won't be gettin' no gold Kid" the voice said, "Not while I'm here."
Hugo put his left hand by his belt, ready to draw his gun. Then he spat a huge ball of spitting tobacco. The ball landed on the ground with a splattin' sound and started to fry from the heat.
He threw the empty water-pouch onto the ground.
"Buckle up cowboy, cus you got some nerve to be challenging me, Hugo the Kid." He said.
A short man covered up by a huge sombrero stepped out from behind the cactus.
"You're a Mexican?" Hugo shouted, "Even worse than those savage Indians."
"You don't like Mexicans, amigo?" the man said, "Well, I don't like you stinkin' cowboys either!"
Then he lifted his head a bit so his eyes became visible from under the sombrero. They both stared at each other for several minutes, then they both drew their guns and...
... To be continued amigo!
The Voyager:
Lightning struck the mast of the old-fashioned voyage ship. The mast made a low cracking sound, and then fell into the water with a giant, whale-like splash. The rain slapped his face like long, ice cold hands with long nails ripping his skin. His hair stuck to his face like glue and his clothes were soaked with slightly acidic rain mixed with the salty-flavored sea water. Damp smells arouse from the sea and the odor stung in his nose.
"We must anchor the ship!" he yelled to the crew, but most of his words drowned in the deep growling from the sea waves slamming towards his ship. "Anchor the ship!" he yelled again.
A giant invisible hand of wind reached over the deck and brought one of the crew members with it into the giant, black sea.
"Man over board!" another crew member shouted and three men gathered trying to help the fallen on board. But it was for no use! The raging sea threw a wave over board and it flushed away four more crew members and most of their food-supplies.
He had seen the terror in the crews' eyes before they were drawn into the black depths of the sea and he would forever be haunted by their faces. Suddenly the sea calmed down and the black sky turned blue again. The rage of the Gods was over. He looked into the horizon and saw the most beautiful sight he had seen in many days... land!
He, the Captain of the Voyager had survived the seven days long rage of the sea, and he was the only survivor. He would never forget the bravery of his fellow men who had fallen in the battle with forces more powerful than any man could ever imagine...
Short story by Sabrina
Read 573 times
Written on 2006-10-07 at 15:17
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text| Texts |
Increase font
Decrease