Girl in red - short story
2020-12-07 @ 14:18:44
I am sitting in a long abandoned wooden hut, forgotten by God and people. Hoping to leave something behind before she gets me. It's four twenty-five in the morning. There is nothing I can do anymore. I pronounced my own sentence. I will die today. A few hours ago, paralyzed by fear, I counted on the fact that maybe I was wrong and the story would end happily, and I would end up in a psychiatric ward, overwhelmed by psychotropics, in order to offer me recovery and convenient care during my stay.
There is no soul around who could help me if I ran out of the cottage and screamed at the top of my throat like a madman. You're probably trying to understand what's going on. Well, about ten hours ago, there was a larger group of people who had an appointment, like every year, to celebrate together on Halloween. In a non-standard way, because neither of us was a birth certificate anymore. On the mind and… well, don't judge me. Everyone is closer to thirty than further.
Together with my fiancée, her brother and his fiancée, we went to a city thirty kilometers away from this covered hole in which I now live. We wanted to have fun on this truly autumn and climatic day, solving logical puzzles in one of the popular escape rooms, which, ironically ... the action was to take place in a forester's hut. Tear apart is the key word in this case.
The goal of our trip was to be a glass building in the People's Republic of Poland with large and characteristic antennas on its roof. In the dark, we dragged ourselves with a metallic mega-shell in the color of “rotten broccoli”, christened by an earlier user as Renia. The rest had already been resurrected several times, so there was a fear that the car would die somewhere on the road and would have to be pushed. Apart from the darkness after 5 p.m., the temperature was not warmer either. The driver insisted that he had no intention of hitting himself with the train, because that was not why he had… ah… that “ugly soap dish” he called a car. So the road was spent talking, listening to music played from a branded telephone coming from a connected bluetooth speaker, as well as praying that this row would take us all safely to our place. Although you didn't have to rely on GPS as the road was known. At least to the ring road and the city. For some reason, the owner of the car decided to take the road close to the forest, as our destination was somewhere on its edge. As he later explained, he wanted to avoid traffic jams in this already crowded city at this time. The landmark was the proximity to a popular cinema in the area, as well as a chain of stores with the most recognizable insect in the logo.
As if out of spite, the vehicle began to slow down and the engine made the characteristic "choking" sounds. The conversations and the pleasant metal music for the music lover died down, and the driver only gasped out as if pleading: "fuck, Renia, don't do this to me!" The situation did not look good because outside there was a bitter frost that lashed the face with small, invisible needles. We were in the dark ass because we had a delay at the start. Self-bound, the alpha male got out of the car to make sure what might have happened. And whether it will be necessary to call a tow truck, and by the way, nothing would come out of our Halloween celebration.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in Captain Jack Sparrow's outfit appeared from behind the bushes, looking as if something or someone was chasing him. Illuminated by the dim lights of the lanterns, he reached the man embarrassed by the vehicle and began tugging at his sleeve, shouting:
Please sir! Please sir! Help me, please! Some crazy woman in a red cape is chasing me and trying to kill me!
Get off, can't you see he's trying to fire that shit ?! I don't have time for stupid games! He didn't even look at him as he said that. I got out of the car to find out what the situation was. Then, in an area shrouded in darkness, I saw the slim figure of a woman. She was not tall, maybe one hundred and seventy centimeters tall. His face was half covered with the hood of a red cloak. She was inadequately dressed for this time of year. Even if it was a costume for that special day. She had black ankle boots, snow-white thigh-length socks, and a skimpy mini skirt in some bright, uniform color. The whole image was complemented by a tight, blue t-shirt that embraces its considerable advantages. Under the voluminous hood only the luscious red lips and brown hair fringing her shoulders were visible. She looked more like a porn character than a bogeyman. However, there was something disturbing about her. She held a knife-shaped blade in one hand and a basket dripping dark liquid in the other. Whatever it was, I didn't want to find out.
Without thinking, I opened the car door and shouted to the girls to fuck off. Without asking, they took their things in a panic and began to rush as fast as they could. Of course, in this situation, the most important were women's handbags with their contents, as well as phones. Why not? Anyway, which woman nowadays, even for a moment, part with her phone or purse? After all, even in times of potential danger, temporal goods are more important.
The condition of any of them was of little importance at the moment. Our disguise did the same. At the beginning of our escape, we had no intention of separating. Stubborn as a donkey, a driver, he did not think to run away until he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. It was only because the woman let out a single screech or roar like a ravenous beast. Before he could react in any way, the figure reached his back in an unnaturally fast pace and with an efficient movement of the blade cut the carotid arteries. The man collapsed like a rag doll. First on your knees, then run over the hood of the car with your face. The woman in the hood did not stop the show. To be sure, she stabbed him several times in the back with a knife. She turned the body to face her, tearing her shirt open and opening her chest casually. She pulled out her insides and stuffed individual bites into her mouth. The man's fiancée almost fainted at the sight. The captain and me took her by the arms like the Gestapo to keep her from falling. We had to act quickly. Having a moment to escape the distraction from this mysterious figure.
We were running through a dense forest, and every now and then I ran into a tree or a bush. A few meters behind me, my fiancée was in sight, but not the others. She stumbled and fell. Not thinking much, I turned towards her to see if she was okay. Apart from the situation in which we found ourselves, of course. She tried to get up but couldn't. She sprained her ankle over a protruding tree root. She looked at me pleadingly and asking me to save myself. The moment I helped me try to get up, we again heard a scream and a howling sound. My fiancée's last words sounded like a command that was impossible to object to. Though she had never ordered me before. She only said: Save yourself while you can. It's too late for me. " My eyes glazed a little, but I knew I had to leave her there. In the dark, I was looking for any kind of hiding place. I had a phone with me, but the lack of coverage in this crap made me realize that this could be the end.
I found a wooden hut hidden deep in the woods with a doghouse in front of it and an empty bowl. The lights were not on, but I decided to knock briskly anyway, hoping to survive. I knocked a few times, but no response. I pressed the handle and to my amazement the door gave way. Behind me I heard that roar again, piercing through my skull. I ran into the hut, and there the smell of musty and rotten meat hit my nostrils. I kicked what turned out to be a human skull
In a panic, I hid in the darkest corner of the cabin so that I could write this story. I know she's here. As I write these words, I feel her breath on my neck ...

Piece of story about Ellie
2012-11-18 @ 09:04:11
(...)It was already very late. Ellie was alone in the house, because the departure of Thomas greatly extended and informed the teenager. He had to come back the next morning.
She was sitting in front of laptop in totalitarian darkness. The light illuminates her face screen.
Looked through a lot of websites, searching for information about Julius Goldsmith and fire history of a psychiatric hospital named St. Michael in Sunset Valley. Its founder and director was the same man who took over as director of the school, which taught Ellie. But none of the open sides did not meet her expectations. Do not give up, however. His eyes slowly closed her and the letters become blurred. Rubbed it with his hand and resumed the search.
On the social networking site, which has always been online, there is a notification message from an unknown sender. Message was short and contained a warning that under no circumstances should you click on the link below the photo, because it contains a virus. It did not seem she is not a bit suspicious. Curiosity was stronger view content from it, because it was the latest anti-virus. Pulled a file with photos and after a while your computer is turned off. Launched it again, but in safe mode. Otherwise, she could not. On the desktop wallpaper came from bloody scene. The place where the photo was taken was lit with dim flashlight phone, so she could not identify him. On the wall were visible contours of human silhouettes chains chained by the wrists. The bodies were brutally mutilated. They have been stripped of all the viscera. A hole in the belly is not secreted. The opening began with a bridge and ran down to the pelvic bone. Noticeable in the foreground was a young woman. It was stripped from the skin, it was cut a piece of the muscles in different parts of the body. Could see the bone. Her dead body was lying on the operating table. Blood oozed from all holes. was devoid of eyes. Throat was deeply cut. In the left part of the picture, next to the woman's legs, stood a man in a white coat, his back to the camera. She could not change the wallpaper, because the computer was erased all of its data. Appeared on the desktop file that had nothing to do with the contents. Actually, she was senseless, as if the man punched a random combination of letters, numbers and characters when you save the file. "ZsEur.^24oD.avi" sounded strikingly, so she decided to open it, but she didn't know that it made a mistake, which can be very costly.(...)
2012-11-13 @ 21:02:23
As a result, not foreseen circumstances ( i have problems at my home) and lack of time management, to improve the text still moves some time. Only reveal that the new version was a bit different planned and no longer resembles the original story little pinched "alive" with the glossy saga of vampire Edward. I do not have a fixed date, but where possible introduce these improvements in a short period of time.
Chapter II (episode)
2012-08-19 @ 09:17:11
(...)Riddle asked to his office the new arrival, which apparently was very familiar. Their conversation rolled on a new home that Riddle had him do, even though this came to town with empty hands.
- Thomas, at the moment I could not find a decent apartment for you, but there it is. You have to live in it until ...
- "By the time"? So, how long?
- I really do not know. Can we go now to your new home?
He agreed, but did not look convinced these words, or excited. The house was somewhere on the outskirts of the city. The building from the outside had its neo-Gothic style, which was giving the creeps. This gave him the quintessential dark two faces turned to one another, statues of angels of death. The same form twice higher than Thomas. Angels held spears in their hands, facing downward, and at their feet lay the human body, which expressed the fear, pain, despair. Caused by thrusting a spear in his back. The building has three floors. Window next to the front door was broken and deposited large amounts of dirt and cobwebs. Both men reluctantly went inside, but Thomas was trying to keep cool. Riddle gave him the keys, and a significant gesture encouraged him to be open.
- Open. It's the end of your house.
Interior of the apartment did not make a good impression on Thomas. Stairs leading to the upper floors were as narrow as the interior staircase to brooklinskich suburbs. The walls on the ground floor were decorated with inscriptions and crosses offensive carved in wood. There were plenty. Especially next to the stairs to the clipboard. I do not mind Thomas missed it, but did not ask for it. He was slightly irritated look inside, but the comments kept in mind. The door of one of the rooms on the left side of the stairs to follow a single hinge. All around was the dirt, dust and general chaos reigned. Roznoszący be smelled throughout the house dreadful stench. Riddle began to give tours of his friend at his new abode. Crossed the threshold of the living room, which also did not look great. Furniture and decorated the dense web of thick layer of dust. At the center of the room lay a dark gray carpet, which was dried blood spots, mixed with vomit. The only one looking for a new piece of furniture was a creamy, slightly yellowed couch, standing in front of a TV that did not work.
- Great. I have a house on the junkies?! - Thomas shouted annoyed tone in which it was to feel the sarcasm.
- I may not look the best, but enjoy it at all ... something is found in the Appendix for free.
There is no chance of me here asked any girl. Thomas said to himself.
- I really have not found anything better?
This question was unanswered. He showed him the rest of the apartment, leading him to the very top, which looked bad on all floors. One of the rooms was locked. It is on this floor, the smell intensified. Thomas asked Riddle'ao source of the smell. But the boss did not know the answer to that question. He showed him the rest of the apartment. Leading him to the very top, which looked bad on all floors. The bathroom on this floor was locked from the inside. On the whole floor heard the dreadful stench. Thomas asked the boss about the smell, but he looked at his watch, he pretended not to hear questions and said that he must go. He left him alone. Thomas opened the window to somehow get rid of the smell, on this occasion, looking at all areas. In one of them saw a telescope pointed at a nearby house, and curiously looked through it, and the view that he had a chance to see made great impression on him. He saw a woman reversed back to the window that has just dressed. After a while, however, she disappeared behind the curtain. Smoked the last cigarette from the pack, thinking about the strange behavior of the boss.(...)
My first Post:)
2012-08-18 @ 08:26:07
It will be a blog dedicated to my work as a writer.
I'll post short excerpts of chapters. I look forward to positive criticism;)

When I started my adventure with the writing, I did not have in mind a particular course of action is laid, the number of characters and the main story book. After more than three hundred pages of plain paper, I realized that all these threads to not carry anything specific. I arose from the never-ending book style series "The Bold and the Beautifu". The first pages were packed with dialogue, so it looked like the script, not the book.
After writing that a large number of pages, my life went so I was not able to concentrate on the content of the book. A few years abandoned the process to the end of that time to be able to burn both books without regret.

At that time, a lot of reading, which allowed me to improve the style, language enrichment, or change the category to something darker book than a soap opera without end. My character comes to life again. First, I decided to focus on a story that may become a book, if it exceeds the previously mentioned number of pages.

I do not regret the break in writing, because with that I can describe the trials and tribulations of teenage girls for having the margins of society. I wanted to pay attention to the threat or the so-called lifestyle diseases that are always up to date and relate to everyone.

That is why I decided to take care of a younger character - Ellie Martin, and the fate of my first (senior) character not yet been transferred from thought to paper. As a teenager, I can and more developed imagination, and the easier it was for an hour to write up to 20 pages a day, but now my novel is thought from beginning to end, and that I need a lot more this time.

I applied the patch, changing the meaning of the section because I did not want to start right away with the "fat pipe" because it's not that that was an action immediately, but to intrigue the reader. In my intention was not that the fragment like "Twilight". I do not even read! And I certainly did not watch.

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