From the contest Write to Rank, a competition about action writing with challenges every week. This is my entry on the contest. Hope you enjoy it.
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Part 1 -white belt : write a 100 words flash-fiction action about the realization of danger...
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“What the hell happen here?” I ceased my pace when I reached their sides.
“I don’t know. Something ain’t right.” Elena was the first to respond. Fear and worry filtered her voice in a way that influenced me to be too.
“Schools don’t usually randomly close during weekdays, right?” Jaime asked.
“Where’re all the teachers and staffs?”
“The diligent students, who’re not us, decided to call them, but maybe they’re currently in an isolated abyss or somethin’.”
The school’s pretentious building stood wide and majestic in front of us like a cathedral. Its huge main doors displayed the creepy architecture of the building, but didn’t chill us as we learned there for almost two years.
Suddenly, the doors swung open, revealing the mainstream hallway of a colonial building filled with lockers and decorated with strange reliefs. I expected anything but reliefs when I first stepped my feet to there.
The students entered the still gloomy school with weird expressions, chatting to their peers about the awkwardness of the situation and the stinky smell generated from somewhere. About two hundred and fifty students from grade ten to twelve strolled inside, which some few more were already returning home after witnessing the school’s doors’ closed.
BANG
The main doors bunged up altogether again. Almost every female student screamed in horror after the loud bang the doors resulted. Some of the boys shouted everywhere that it wasn’t funny and they should end whatever it was.
“Maybe we’re in one of those reality shows. You know, those indie budgeted crappy shows ‘bout scaring off confused people. Hope we got paid after this.”
Elena’s statement wasn’t completely ridiculous. I myself thought that it was either a high class prank, or a reality show messing around with students. It all ended when the first genuine scream broke off from the back of the crowds. I saw it with my own glaring eyes. A boy from tenth grade flew upward towards the ceiling with extreme speed and panic. He was upside down, and a rope seemed to strangle his legs and pulled his poor, little body up there.
He dangled upside down twenty-five meters above us, screaming and panting. The rope cut through his skin quite deeply, but it let him go and making us all witnessing horror itself. He foundered in the air, falling straight for the gasping students that either tried to catch him or to get away from him.
Before he could touch down and stains the floor with blood, a noiseless shadow whipped in the air and caught his body mid-air. It wasn’t really catching, but consuming him in a matter of seconds. Dark red liquid rained down to us, and dozens pieces of flesh and bones came tumbling toward us, instantly turning the school into a death zone.
We all frantically ran toward the doors and blasted it with fists that came from the people who wanted to be alive. The metal doors didn’t even budge when dozens of students tried to dodge it with all their might.
