Post by James on Oct 16, 2010 9:56:56 GMT -8
Okay... So I have to write a short story for English. It has to be 'scary' and it has to be called Kevin Chow because he is the scariest kid in the class. Kevin has to be in the story and we are allowed to kill him, which I am going to do because he's very annoying. I started to write my story and I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. Do you guys want to read it and give me some input?
The mood changed so suddenly and dramatically; it was hardly believable. In one swift moment, it had become so quiet and peaceful. All that could be heard was the faint whisper of the wind in the distance and the murmuring sound of water flowing down stream. There was nothing to suggest that a murder had just taken place – except for the body floating motionless in the river.
It had felt so good. Just moments ago, I was drowning Kevin Chow. My hands were seizing his throat, pushing his face under the water, and my knees were pinning his arms to the rocky bottom. His body thrashed about, causing great disturbance to the serenity, in feeble attempts to save himself. But his attempts were in vain, I had the more dominant position, he was doomed. I watched in bliss as his hideous acne covered face fell lifeless and the light in his eyes was extinguished. He was suddenly stiff and rigid.
As quickly as the feeling of peace had come, it had gone. It was replaced with a feeling of great panic. I was all alone. The only witness of this grim event was the large silvery orb in the night sky, yet I still had an overwhelming sense that I was going to be caught. The body would have to be hidden; my finger prints were all over his neck.
I lifted Kevin’s unmoving body from the brook. It was much heavier now, a mixture of his water soaked clothes and the guilt his body carried. My hobbled strides took the two of us towards the decrepit forest. The autumn trees loomed above us like giant skeletal figures. My mind was racing, where could I dispose of the body? My mind jumped from idea to idea, but none of them seemed practical. Suddenly, a loud wind blew through the leafless trees. I stopped, standing petrified for a moment, thinking I may have been spotted with the body in my arms. When I realised the source of the noise was not human I continued onwards, my strides longer and full of purpose.
I had made it through the woods safely and was back on the city streets. Carrying a dead body in open air had much the same feeling as strolling down the road without your clothing; it was scary and you did not want to be seen. Lucky for however, there weren’t too many people out and about at three in the morning. I walked along the sidewalk, in and out of the ominous orange light of the street lamps. I had no place better to go, so I was heading home.
Suddenly I heard a noise from ahead. It was the sound of a mother in search of her lost child. Crap. The voice was getting closer. I began to panic. I could hear it getting closer and closer. It was getting louder and louder. It was echoing off the houses in the lane. My feeling of panic heightened. I could see the yellow light from a flash light ahead. She was going to see me carrying her dead child. My head swam with fear. What was I to do?
Thinking fast on my feet, I checked my surrounding environment. I spotted a large green garbage bin, left out from the morning, in front of the Smiths’ driveway. The Smiths were notoriously the laziest family on the block. It was a wonder they had even managed to take their garbage out today. Swiftly I made my way over to the bin, flipped open the lid and stuffed Kevin’s limp body inside it.
Kevin’s mother made her way down the lane towards me. I hoped with all my heart that she had not just seen what I had done. When she was close enough for me to see her tear strewn face, it was clear that she hadn’t seen a thing. It was a good thing that she didn’t wear mascara, otherwise it would be smudged all over her face – but that would be the least of her worries. She asked me whether or not I had seen Kevin, and I tried my best to look as innocent as possible when I told her that I hadn’t. Then suspicion crossed her face and she asked me what I was doing out so late. I explained that I had been at a party but had left when things got a little out of control. Worried, she asked if Kevin had been there. I told her that I had not seen Kevin since school on Friday.
As soon as his mom was out of sight, I scooped Kevin out of the trash bin and hurried up the lane towards my house.
The mood changed so suddenly and dramatically; it was hardly believable. In one swift moment, it had become so quiet and peaceful. All that could be heard was the faint whisper of the wind in the distance and the murmuring sound of water flowing down stream. There was nothing to suggest that a murder had just taken place – except for the body floating motionless in the river.
It had felt so good. Just moments ago, I was drowning Kevin Chow. My hands were seizing his throat, pushing his face under the water, and my knees were pinning his arms to the rocky bottom. His body thrashed about, causing great disturbance to the serenity, in feeble attempts to save himself. But his attempts were in vain, I had the more dominant position, he was doomed. I watched in bliss as his hideous acne covered face fell lifeless and the light in his eyes was extinguished. He was suddenly stiff and rigid.
As quickly as the feeling of peace had come, it had gone. It was replaced with a feeling of great panic. I was all alone. The only witness of this grim event was the large silvery orb in the night sky, yet I still had an overwhelming sense that I was going to be caught. The body would have to be hidden; my finger prints were all over his neck.
I lifted Kevin’s unmoving body from the brook. It was much heavier now, a mixture of his water soaked clothes and the guilt his body carried. My hobbled strides took the two of us towards the decrepit forest. The autumn trees loomed above us like giant skeletal figures. My mind was racing, where could I dispose of the body? My mind jumped from idea to idea, but none of them seemed practical. Suddenly, a loud wind blew through the leafless trees. I stopped, standing petrified for a moment, thinking I may have been spotted with the body in my arms. When I realised the source of the noise was not human I continued onwards, my strides longer and full of purpose.
I had made it through the woods safely and was back on the city streets. Carrying a dead body in open air had much the same feeling as strolling down the road without your clothing; it was scary and you did not want to be seen. Lucky for however, there weren’t too many people out and about at three in the morning. I walked along the sidewalk, in and out of the ominous orange light of the street lamps. I had no place better to go, so I was heading home.
Suddenly I heard a noise from ahead. It was the sound of a mother in search of her lost child. Crap. The voice was getting closer. I began to panic. I could hear it getting closer and closer. It was getting louder and louder. It was echoing off the houses in the lane. My feeling of panic heightened. I could see the yellow light from a flash light ahead. She was going to see me carrying her dead child. My head swam with fear. What was I to do?
Thinking fast on my feet, I checked my surrounding environment. I spotted a large green garbage bin, left out from the morning, in front of the Smiths’ driveway. The Smiths were notoriously the laziest family on the block. It was a wonder they had even managed to take their garbage out today. Swiftly I made my way over to the bin, flipped open the lid and stuffed Kevin’s limp body inside it.
Kevin’s mother made her way down the lane towards me. I hoped with all my heart that she had not just seen what I had done. When she was close enough for me to see her tear strewn face, it was clear that she hadn’t seen a thing. It was a good thing that she didn’t wear mascara, otherwise it would be smudged all over her face – but that would be the least of her worries. She asked me whether or not I had seen Kevin, and I tried my best to look as innocent as possible when I told her that I hadn’t. Then suspicion crossed her face and she asked me what I was doing out so late. I explained that I had been at a party but had left when things got a little out of control. Worried, she asked if Kevin had been there. I told her that I had not seen Kevin since school on Friday.
As soon as his mom was out of sight, I scooped Kevin out of the trash bin and hurried up the lane towards my house.
