• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

Assassin - creative writing.

Extracts from this document...


ASSASSIN CRASH! BANG! The lightening usurped the sky as the rain crashed down. Traffic was building on the roads; you could hear the odd car horn beeping or a driver sticking their head out of a window and yelling. People who'd just finished work, or just happened to be there, were dashing around trying to find their way home on this dreary night. One individual chose to take his time in walking only side stepping occasionally to avoid puddles. By his posture, he seemed unaffected by the weather. He strolled along; the light coming from the glimmering streetlights outlined his sharp features. He was dressed from head to toe in black, camouflaging himself into his surroundings. To the average human eye he looked like the everyday man, but he wasn't. ...read more.


The assassin crept towards the rotting door, which was only held on by one hinge. He opened it slowly releasing a loud creak. The door thudded behind him once he stepped in. He made his way up the stairs, taking every step cautiously. He arrived at the room right at the top, where he started opening the briefcase, beside the window. He carefully assembled his gun, making sure everything was set up perfectly. Once he was completely finished, every detail in place, he looked for his target. He aimed at the door. The door of the grand looking house opposite, the kind built for a wealthy family. As his eyes narrowed, they were no longer focused on his target. He blinked once, twice, three times, but the same image stayed in front of his eyes. ...read more.


Externally, there was no flicker or signs of the emotions he felt. Slowly he pulled the trigger and released a bullet aiming in right at the hit 1...2...3. The bullets hit her straight in the chest. As planned, she fell to the floor, blood pouring out of her wound, accompanied by a chorus or screams and shouts from the people around. The assassin sat and watched for a few minutes, as if he enjoyed the pain he had caused, people were rushing around in a panic. From the distance came police sirens. This was the signal that it was time to leave. He packed up with the pleasure of knowing his job had been done. Silently, he sneaked down the stairs carrying his weapons briefcase; his day's work was fulfilled. He went out the back door, where the same black Ford was waiting, he looked back once more, before smiling an evil grin and sliding into the car. ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe essays

  1. The Bloody Assassin

    "How much?" he asked flatly. "Fifty, plus a new Jaguar if you pull it off," the voice said stoically. A new Jaguar? This must be a tough one, he thought to himself. He loved a challenge though and couldn't turn it down. "The special. Are you interested?" The voice crackled.

  2. The Assassin

    Then I did it. I struck her in the centre of her heart just like she had to my mother twenty-five years ago. She lay there expressionless, motionless, like a lost soul. I looked at her lying there. What had I just done I thought to myself as several beads of cold sweat clasped to my forehead.

  1. Arctic assassin

    The soldier swept O'Neil right over. The man turned O'Neil over in his grip hit in the face several times and locked his hands around his throat. "Die, scum" he said. He squeezed even tighter, O'Neil struggling to find oxygen, began to lose consciousness. Before he fainted O'Neil remembered the knife he swiped from the corpse,

  2. The Assassin

    He raised the rifle and aimed in the direction of the deprived house once again. Chapter 4 Swiftly, the lady reached into her petite, pink bag and grasped her keys. She pulled them out with a sigh of relief. The golden key fitted into the vantage point and unlocked the ancient door with one sharp click.

  1. The Assassin.

    Near the far corner stood an old pool table; the netting of the pockets was torn. The air around Dmitri was hot and damp, and smoke was rising from a small ashtray on a counter. The barman looked up. 'Hey, D, haven't seen you in while," he said.

  2. The Assassin.

    She was safe, she was safe. Or was she? She took a deep breath and began to count to ten. "One, two, three," she muttered, "Four, five, six." She stopped. Someone was there. "Oh my -". Something grabbed her from behind. His grimy, clammy hands grasped her mouth tightly, sending a fearful yet muffled scream through the empty foyer.

  1. The Assassin

    Impatiently and quickly she picked it up and took it into the house. She slammed the door behind her then all was quiet once again. As she was in a hurry to get in the house, the woman dropped her keys beside the door.

  2. The Assassin

    It was bright and warm. There was a barn besides the house. The debris of brick from the barn made the field besides the house look like a graveyard. The assassin was lying low behind the house on a hill, known to the locals as death hill because it was

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work