Creative Writing Coursework : The doorbell rings.
"Who is it?" No answer.
It rings again. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" I ask as my motionless feet are glued to the ground, my heart starts pounding like a hard hit drum.
Still, no answer.
Then all of a sudden I feel a gush of wind push me towards the door, closer and closer I got, dragging my dead feet with me as I reached out for the doorknob.
I could hear the noises of thunder competing with the rain and the strong husky wind rattling the torn-down shed outside.
These noises were getting louder and louder.
The wind howling like a dying, starving fox which seemed to get closer and closer to me as if it was after my flesh.
I opened the door. No one there, 'oh it was probably some children being silly' I thought to myself as a fierce chill pierced my throat. I quickly forced the door shut and I hurried into the hallway.
I knew it wasn't 'silly children'. I knew I was building a brick wall between reality, and me. Deep down, in my sub-conscious I knew the truth, but I just didn't want to admit it. I had to try to keep us on different sides.
"Who is it?" No answer.
It rings again. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" I ask as my motionless feet are glued to the ground, my heart starts pounding like a hard hit drum.
Still, no answer.
Then all of a sudden I feel a gush of wind push me towards the door, closer and closer I got, dragging my dead feet with me as I reached out for the doorknob.
I could hear the noises of thunder competing with the rain and the strong husky wind rattling the torn-down shed outside.
These noises were getting louder and louder.
The wind howling like a dying, starving fox which seemed to get closer and closer to me as if it was after my flesh.
I opened the door. No one there, 'oh it was probably some children being silly' I thought to myself as a fierce chill pierced my throat. I quickly forced the door shut and I hurried into the hallway.
I knew it wasn't 'silly children'. I knew I was building a brick wall between reality, and me. Deep down, in my sub-conscious I knew the truth, but I just didn't want to admit it. I had to try to keep us on different sides.
