Hey guys,,, so I had this english assignment. This was basically it:
*your story must be 26 sentences
*the first letter of the first word of every sentence must follow the alphabet
(a....b....c....)
*One sentence has to have exactly 100 words
*one sentence must be exactly 1 word.
*the story has to have a conflict.
yea... so... i wrote this in 2 days,,, don't judge.
DO NOT COPY MY WORK. THAT IS CONCIDERED PLAGIARISM!
Death’s Claws
Alone, that’s how I am feeling right now. Being the fourth of ten children, my mom never really paid attention to me; and dad left her for some random rich lady in Santa Barbara a little over two years ago. Circumstances started getting worse since he left, we are running out of money, and my mom is going crazy; child services has been close to taking my siblings and me from her a couple times, and in my seventeen years of life I had never been more anguished than now.
Dragging my feet across the mossy ground of the path in the forest that I have crossed so many times before, I think about how I will do this, but I get sidetracked, because as many times as I have crossed this path, I have never really stopped to ponder and appreciate it’s wonders. Everytime I cross this path, I never really stop and speculate on the beauty of the flora, the fauna, and all of the sounds that have soothed me so many times before when I felt alone; this is because it is always so dark and trees block the moonlight, so I just sprint down the path to get to the clearing at the end that leads to the steep cliff where I usually hang out with Xander; this time though, I actually stop, and look around at everything that has always kept me company, but I have never really appreciated. Forcing myself to keep moving forward after a couple minutes of staring at the forest, I stumble upon a tree with a word, a message written on it. “Going to get you,” I say as I trace my index finger over each of the letters at the same time, but I finally let the words sink in; someone left this for me, I’m the only one who knows this place, but now he knows I’m here, and he’s going to get me. How is it possible that he knows what I’m going to do, and is that why he is coming to get me? I gently traced over the carving of the words on the ragged trunk with my fragile finger tips.
Just as I turn around I see a black figure move into the forest, and for the first time in a while I feel scared, yet intrigued, so I follow the figure, stepping off the trail and into the unexplored shades of the forest. Kissing my exposed skin, the cold wind lightly blows against my face and through my hair sending chills down my spine, as I try to keep up with the pace of the figure that I have now identified as a guy in a black hoodie because of the way he moved; girls don’t run like that. Last night I had a dream that was sort of like this, I was chasing a guy in a black hoodie, but I was in the city, not the forest, and I knew this was the guy that had written the message, but there was no message in last nights dream. My feet suddenly lurched to a sudden stop, and I staggered, struggling to catch my balance as I realize that because of all the thinking and running I was doing, I lost the guy, and myself in the process. Not that I cared anyway, I was going to leave anyway, and no one would miss me.
Only when I saw the moonlight ahead of me, about a couple hundred feet away, I started to gain conscience again after being left in a coma that kept me hanging in the edge of life and death.
Perfunctorily, I walked to the end of the forest only to come face to face with death itself. Questioning myself, I took a couple of steps forward to test my courage in this moment. Raising my head, I looked back at the forest to see if I could spot the guy in the black hoodie, but I couldn’t. Stars shone bright and high above me, and I could see the reflection of them in the lake that was 100 feet below me. Tall trees stood behind me, as I looked once more at the forest, and then I took the last two steps to get to the edge of the cliff. Unlike other days, I was actually lucky today because the tide was low, so I would die fast from the impact of my inanimate body hitting the sharp rocks at the bottom of the cliff, and I wouldn’t die drowning. Very willingly I took a step forward, closer to the edge; I was challenging death itself; I was ready to die.
“Wait,” his voice startled me, and I turned around to face him when I realised how much I needed him to help me get through this.
“Xander, what are you doing here?” I let out more than relieved. Yet when I turned around to face him, my body lost its balance and I dove backwards, straight into the claws of death.
“Zoe!”
