The woman turned off the cobbled streets to the frozen river. She heard the authoritative sound of the cathedral bell ring 12 times as the snow ceased. Midnight. The seven smokers gazed at the hooded woman as she waltzed past them taking no notice of them. The man with the hideous scar running the full length of his face threw his cigarette in the river and his cronies copied him like zealous zombies. They then took after the woman like a leopard stalking its prey…
A dog was barking viciously but was silenced as the woman passed her hood no longer up. The dog cowed into the darkest corner in the yard not trusting the vortex previously known as the entrance to its kennel. The men walked past the yard and howled with laughter at the cowardly canine in its corner. The dog reared up and started barking again as the men moved on their eager eyes gawping at the woman. Whilst the men were finding it very difficult to move over the glazed ground the woman was sliding over the snow serenely. The men stopped walking as the woman swung into a dark, dingy alley; the leopard had its prey cornered…
The woman swept into the dark alley, her heavy footsteps echoing for all to hear. Ten footsteps into the alley and the seven stalking men bundled in, their eerie eyes watching their prey. The woman turned; her jet black hair was midnight, her black eyes were black holes sucking all in who gazed into them. The men stopped and roared with belittling laughter; how dare she challenge them? Then the monstrous men advanced on the dark woman with sinful smiles spread across their sinister faces.
The woman wailed like a wraith full of wrath. The men stopped at once, their eerie eyes now full of fear. She glided towards the men as they spun around and sprinted but it was too late. The woman had been aware of the men all along and now they would pay for their sins with their lives…
The men exploded from the alley all at once like horned hellions fleeing from terrors. They all ran back towards the cathedral believing God will protect them from their punishment. They darted in through the doors believing they were finally safe. The ring leader, the one with the hideous face scar, peered out of a side window and saw the woman-wraith coming towards the cathedral, mercy the last thing on her agenda. All the men ran towards the back of the cathedral as the woman-wraith burst in bellowing at the men. The men began to beg for mercy but the twisted ghost was deaf to their pleading. The cathedral bell rang 13 times. The wraith opened her mouth but nothing came out. The men gazed into the abyss that was her wretched mouth as they saw all their dreams crushed and all their nightmares relived. Each man sang like a choir of sin and madness, a different sound for the cathedral which usually housed choirs of purity and serenity. The woman-wraith closed her mouth as the men shivered and started blankly, their eyes that of a voodoo victim or one who has had an experience with a traumatic experience. The woman-wraith then put her bony, pale hand into her robe and drew out a knife. Every curve and point on the knife was made from malice. The knife then clattered the cathedral floor…
A short man in a blue beret came storming from the shadows scream ‘CUT, CUT’ at the top of his lungs. The lights at the top of the cathedral blasted full beam as the actress who was the woman-wraith wiped the make-up from her face….
Mrs Beevers
English Original Writing Coursework
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