Creative Writing: Forest Cabin

Lastly, Jack is known as the rebel of the story who disagrees with the leaders, and is pure evil from middle to end. Although Jack is evil, his bad character trait ensures his survival and alliance with the boys. The first example of when Jack’s evilness is shown in the story is when Jack hunts the pig and puts its head on a stick, the line says “ Jack held the head up and jammed the soft throat down on the pointed end of the stick which pierced through into the mouth. He stood back and the head hung there, a little blood dribbling down the stick” ( Golding, 150). This shows Jack’s evilness because instead of fearing the beast he is offering him the head of the pig that he just brutally murdered. This shows evilness because all throughout the story the littluns and even some of the biguns were fearful of the beast, yet Jack has influenced them to help him offer it to the beast. This also shows evilness because some of the

I wasn’t sure how he got that way. Maybe because he had to handle everything by himself, but that wouldn’t make sense. He never learned how to be strong. He just was.

Suspect is 5 feet 10 inches, approximately 160 pounds. He’s being charged for breaking and entering as well as murder. The suspect admitted to doing so after the police came to his door in suspicion of foul play. He screamed in a fit of rage as he screamed “Villains, dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! -here, here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart.” Such rash actions have cause for some suspicion about the well-being of his mental state. I, mental doctor Thaddaeus Smith have been given the job of undergoing his psychiatric evaluation.

I was sprinting through the woods, water splashing from the leaves to my face. I glanced up at the thin grey clouds circling in the midnight sky. Though it was a sight, I couldn’t stop. The anxiety was suffocating, the terror made my knees go weak, but I had to keep going. I had to run or they would catch me, and I was not going to end up like the others.

The moon was the only witness, along with the stars. They were the only ones that would know, and they wouldn 't tell. The ground was moist from the rain that had come early in the morning, and by the fog that stayed since then. The shovel scraping against stray rocks in the ground was too loud, and I feared that someone would hear. The hole in the ground looked like a bottomless pit, where no one would ever find a body.

Do you ever just feel like ripping someone limb from limb and tearing into their flesh? Oh, of course you have. My urge to do so continues to grow, stronger and stronger every day.

I heard the inspectors heavy footsteps walking around upstairs and then towards the basement door. My heart was beating fast. More than fast. It felt like it was going to explode. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and could hear it in my ears. I started to silently hyperventilate and I felt my forehead and cheeks become flushed. My stomach was clenched with terror. The inspectors footsteps thumped, one by one, down the long basement staircase. Each step he took, getting closer and closer to my hiding spot. I prayed that he would not find me, for if he did, I would not be the only one to suffer. Hans, Rosa and even Liesel would suffer dire consequences too. When the inspector eventually got to the bottom of the staircase, he looked around for a while and then headed directly to where I was hiding. I almost died of fear. I glanced around for an object to use in my defence if he found me. At first I saw nothing. I searched again and spotted a small, rusty pair of scissors. They’ll have to do, I thought. I waited in suspense for him to pull the flag off of my cowering body, and for the moment I would have to jab the scissors into him and run. But, to my relief, that moment never came. He inspected the walls and took some measurements of the ceiling levels, and left. I realised that I would live to see another day and suddenly, the invisible weight that had been hovering over my shoulders seemed to float away. My heart settled down into

I cringe at the smell of alcohol floating around the apartment. A cold shiver simmers down my spine as I hear footsteps making their way to my room. 3 loud, hard knocks bang on the door. I open the door waiting for it. Waiting for the rock solid slap that pierces my face everyday leaving bruises and black eyes the size of tennis balls. I wait for the punches that feel like hammers wrecking my body over and over again.I open the door and he slaps me. “Get me my steak you peasant! And don’t forget to my clean my room!” He yells at the top of his lungs. As the dark, warm, blood flows down my washed out face I heat up the leftover steak. I reached to grabbed a plate I accidentally knocked down 2 other plates that fell to the floor and shattered.

Last Thursday I had a very interesting experience. Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Maddie, and this is my slightly embarrassing story that is both wet, and wild!. It all began at Catalina when my group was going tide pooling…

“Yeah?” Tom muttered moodily, his face a picture of despondency. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s probably featuring in his

I see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the forest. It 's dark out. All the critters are asleep and there are no longer the sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children on the playground a couple blocks down. The white, fluffy, deep snow makes it hard to walk, and my feet are numb from the cold. I have to squint my eyes to make out what 's in front of me. I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old

“Almost every day, that’s why we started to get scared. If you stayed too quiet or if you said too much you would get sent away. Once it got down to five of us-”

She came back to the door, “The police should be here soon to take you,” she said. She allowed us to come in and sit on the couch while she did something. We sat there silent until we heard sirens. The police pulled in the woman’s driveway, she walked up to the door and the woman answered gesturing us to go with the police. I grabbed Kelly’s hand and walked outside. I told the woman thank you and she closed the door.

I awoke to the deafening sound of gun fire in the distance, "Just another day," I said, I looked around to watch if anyone was there. "Mornin ' sunshine" said the Sergeant, "You 're on watch duty today, hope you don 't plan on going anywhere," He joked. I watched as the Sergeant began to wake the rest of the company. I quickly hurried, trying to find my gear, I grabbed my gun and rushed out of the fox hole. "Hey Sarge," I said, "wheres the watch tower you found yesterday?" "about 500 feet to the west" said Sarge. WHOOOOOPCCCHHH!!! "GET DOWN" shouted the Sarge. I sprinted to my fox hole and torpedoed in, I gazed into the blinding destruction they call war. I closed my eyes

Sad times were afoot in the house where Sterling lives, and he is very curious to find out why is mom and dad are so unhappy.