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

The Culling The mayor stared at the severed head of a pretty young female; whose body still sat upright

Extracts from this document...


'Dear God...' the mayor screamed, as he crawled out from under his desk and pulled open the draw to reveal a steel dagger point, '...forgive me,' he cried as he charged at the beast's stomach. The only spectator, a smartly dressed Indian who sat like a statue in the shadows at the back of the hall. The hideous beast knocked the weapon from his attacker's hand and leapt onto the mayor's back. Though well built, the mayor's struggles were no match for the beast, and he soon crashed to the floor under the immense weight. 'I had a wife and child,' He begged for mercy as the snarling beast rammed his face into the blood-smeared floor, snapping his jaw in two. 'So did my father, sir.' The Indian reminded the dying man, still there at the back of the hall but with a voice that boomed. 'But...' the mayor begged for help from the Indian one last time, though his plea was unheard mainly because of the fact the mayor had a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. ...read more.


He held the amulet in front of him, staring up into the eyes of the beast, which then turned to walk toward the Indian, towering head and shoulders above the Indian, unable to avoid the Indians hypnotic stare. The Indian had finished his spell. The town hall was silent once again but suddenly, a blinding flash of the most immense light came from the charm the indian had in his hand. The light blinded the beast with its beauty. The beast raised its arms in front of its face in defence, and then slowly the beast dropped onto its knees and began to walk on all fours back toward the wooden carving from which it had sprung to life. The Indian sighed and knew he had to work fast to collect the souls of his victims, which hovered in the attic above him. Until the last soul had been captured the Indians quest for vengeance would not be over. He left the mayors soul till last for the Mayor had been his main target. ...read more.


An amused look came upon the mayors face, 'I wouldn't want to wake him with insults, so we'll start the bidding at five hundred dollars. Do I see five hundred and ten?' the mayor asked, he scanned the faces of the townsfolk, their eyes still fixed on the carving. The Mayor noticed that a crack had appeared on the carving it ran straight down the middle. Suddenly a beam shot out of the crack, splitting the carving straight in two. Women began to scream people ran for the exits, but the doors were locked. Meanwhile, at the back of the hall an Indian man in a suit finished his pipe, then quietly moved in to the shadows behind him. His whispered chants going unnoticed as he began to rub at an object inside his jacket pocket. The first victim of the beast was the girl nearest, a beautiful young girl. She was in shock unable to move as the beast swung its razor sharp claws and severed the girl's head in one deadly accurate blow. The Indian was amused when watching the townsfolk and their feeble efforts to escape their inevitable doom... By Tom Lee 9MC2 ...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. A Native Polar.

    sudden he saw the thing his mind was telling him he wouldn't hopefully see - it was the body of his dead brother. Toku collapsed into the water crying and screaming of guilt and disgrace and also his body full with anger and revenge.

  2. I bolted upright and screamed, releasing the surge of terror, pain and blackness that ...

    Another mechanical whirr erupted from behind me, causing my head restraints to part from my head and move back. Before I could even stretch my aching neck mucsles the chair swivelled round to face the other end of the room.

  1. "The Beast of my Creations!"

    Dagger Jones. He was a fat, short, muscular man. His occupation was as the driver of a cargo lorry, which usually transported rum. He had an unusually grumpy face, and eye's like the devil's: a nose which could trumpet like a foghorn when he sneezed, and a chin as cutting as a knife.

  2. Animal Magic.

    '...what are you doing?' she murmured. 'I'm now about to test whether smoking these 'low tar' cigarettes will kill me any less than the standard white sticks of death.' 'You're...you're going to smoke them?' 'No. You are. And you don't have a choice. I don't want to pollute my perfectly healthy lungs.

  1. The Beast of Hamilton Creek.

    His head collided with the ground with great force sending pain throughout his body. He could no longer move his body. It was paralysed from the accident. So close, Mark was so close, and now he was done for. "Helllllllp anyone, someone, help me.

  2. The Young Gunz

    Again the edgy people gave us a stern look. "Will you lot just shut up" Vinny demanded. Typical. We were like naughty school children, while Vinny was the head master. "What a waste of good money" He then commented. "Damn right" I added in acknowledgment. "Err...not necessarily " "What do you mean!"

  1. The Beast.

    And forced its was against the reinforced glass the remaining three forced the only other door open just in time before the beats smashed the large window. They followed along corridor which led back into the main hall. The train was in view from here they made them way for it, a crash happened from behind them.

  2. Ashley sat up with a jolt.

    Slowly, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Slowly, ever so slowly, seemed to be slipping. Then, she had felt the wind rush through her hair and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was only then, she realised that she was falling from the tree.

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