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English Language GCSE Creative Writing- The Manor - Scary Opening

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Introduction

A squid ink shade of black had been overwhelming the sky for many hours, intensifying in colour with each second. The only source of light present was from the tiny spark of light created by my lantern. This delicate flame was keeping me company- and offering me a source of comfort in the back of the rickety, jolting carriage. The flicker of the flame somewhat entranced me, the slight warmth produced by it drawing me in, studying the flame and its beauty. However this comfort was short lived as an arctic blast of air speared through the carriage and murdered the innocent flame displacing the angelic light with a foreboding darkness. I had never been one to be afraid of the dark; the still of night was a beautiful contrast to the lively daytime. I strongly believed that nightmares were things created and concocted within the mind. The idea of fear was simply a product of an over-active imagination, and I had instructed my consciousness to suppress the idea of irrational monsters and impossible beasts created in the darkness of my room. ...read more.

Middle

The driver was a reasonably small man who was dressed in full brown attire, with the exception of a pair of black gloves. Throughout the long journey he had only uttered a few abrupt and harshly whispered words, which came about from my futile attempts to initiate conversation. Sleepily I gazed out of the window, hoping to overcome the consuming boredom. Despite being a summer night, the air had an eerie chill. The carriage crashing like thunder pierced the still atmosphere of the August night. A thick shield of fog clung to the narrow dirt road, as though crouching in anticipation; an army of trees surrounded the area, peering over the lone path menacingly. As the battalion of trees slowed down I realised that the carriage was coming to a stop; without words the driver signalled that he needed a stroll. Being too tired to follow suit I stayed in the shelter of the carriage- unaware that this would be my lifeline. As I drifted into reality from a voided sleep I noticed that the driver was late- hours late. ...read more.

Conclusion

Filled with all sorts of emotion, my body couldn’t bear it anymore: My legs gave way and I collapsed to my knees into a posture fitting my emotional status. The turmoil of sadness, horror and rage that had accumulated over the last few months rose to a peak obscuring all of my senses and obliterating a floodgate holding back a mountain of tears. Not knowing what to do anymore I just sat there for hours bent over and weeping as blood from the brutally murdered driver dripped onto my feet. When I had finally regained a fragile composition, I realised that the sadistic killer had left a clichéd note written on the driver’s (previously brown) reddish coat with a dark black liquid (retained with the gouging of the driver’s left eye). It read “Fear me for I can destroy both soul and body”. Suddenly feeling a drastic drop in temperature I realised that the murderous creature was here-directly behind me. After seconds of me trying to deny the obvious fact and resisting the urge to look back the creature spoke assuring my worst fear. “Run”. “I like it when you run” it whispered in a harsh sinister voice. ...read more.

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