Short Writes

London Bridge

The remaining chapters of my life ended in flames. Flames that danced about on rooftops, and blazed through buildings as it worked it’s way onto the townspeople. Seeing nothing but a blood red flame was truly petrifying.

My legs instinctively sprinted outside to the outskirts of London in hopes of escape. I was immediately greeted by droplets of water falling from the sky, and harsh cold wind whooshed through my hair as if it was untangling it. Making my way through an alley, I supported myself by grasping onto the bleak rigid brick walls. My eyes widened in fear, and I proceeded to let out a blood curdling scream as I saw dead bodies burning one by one. Was I the only survivor of this pitiful town?

“Here,” a ghostly voice whispered. “Over here.”

“Is anyone there?” I asked with a shaky voice.

Then not a whisper in the air was shared with one another. My clammy hands clung onto my already shredded dress as I walked deeper into this indistinct place. I had absolutely no fortitude left, but I kept pushing myself further and further into the blackness this town has come to. The town that was once filled with ecstatic people who twirled about; the town that was once filled with warmth.

“Where am I?” I asked myself. Bitter tears started to trickle down my cheeks. “Where am I?!”

I slowly sank down to my knees as I started to cry out hysterically. No one could hear my tears of despair; they were all dead. Why was I the only one still alive? Standing up feebly once again, I was determined to find another survivor other than myself. I couldn’t be the only one left in this town.

My bare feet invariably scampered along the never ending streets in high hopes of finding a living person. Suddenly, a crimson color had caught my eye. As I made my way over, the words became more clear.

“Beware of the lady,” I read it outloud. The words deliberately dripped off the wall as my eyes slowly widened when realization struck me. The words were written in fresh blood. Who was this lady?

A tune attracted my attention away from my thoughts. I noticed other diminutive writings on the walls, but I didn’t stop to read them. It was as if I was in sort of trance that was stopping me from reading these warnings. I couldn’t halt my body no matter how hard I tried. Why couldn’t I stop?

“Come,” a voice whispered. “Come to me.”

No sound traveled out of my mouth as I tried to speak. I noticed that I was in proximity of the other town. Questions started to swarm into my head. Was someone going to save me? Am I going to be safe? Were they going to clear up the horror that happened right before my eyes?

Before I realized it, I was on a bridge. The moonlight above glistened on top of the water. It looked very calming, almost as if nothing was wrong. Then the last warning I had managed to read flashed into my mind.

“Avoid crossing the bridge,” I whispered.

Then the tune I had heard earlier started to play once again. This time though, the bridge started to shake vigorously. I turned to try to get back to safety, but a young woman dressed in nothing but a black cloak pushed me back. She lifted her face and averted a gaze towards me. Her body was covered in dirt and mixed in with blood. You could only see the whites of her eyes. It was petrifying. My first instinct was to of course get away. Her voice softly trailed behind me.

“London bridge is falling down,” she sang in an eerie voice.

I pushed my legs harder as the bridge collapsed behind me. Piece after piece fell off as soon as I took my foot off of it. The woman’s voice grew louder as she sang.

“Falling down,” she continued. “Falling down.”

Please, someone save me. Save me from this horror!

“London bridge is falling down.”

Breathing heavily, I pushed my legs harder and harder. Because I was almost to the other end of the bridge, I can make it. It was only about a foot away until the other end collapsed, and only the part I stood on remained intact. I slowly turned around since my body and heart trembled with fear.

The woman suddenly flew right in front of me. Her sharp fang like teeth slowly appeared as she smiled. I let out a piercing scream, and I was suddenly plunged into the water beneath me. Gasping for air, I also clutched onto my throat as I sunk deeper into the water. It was so difficult to breathe that only bubbles escaped my mouth and nose. I tried swimming up, but something had caught onto my foot. It was only encumbering my chance of survival. As soon as I couldn’t breathe, I knew I was going to die. Even underwater I could still imagine the woman’s horrid face. Although my body was very frail at this point, I could still hear her faint voice.

“My fair lady.”

Then I awoke from my plausible dream.

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This was actually my english essay I wrote xD

Isn't it amazing? Lol jk. I really liked it though. I think it's one of the best writings I've done since it counted for a grade.

Hope y'all enjoyed it (Southern accent)

~Maggy c: