Village
Martha Topping,13
Tentatively, I crept through the abandoned village dreading what dark creatures lurked
round the corner. Dead houses constructed from blackened oak wood and cracked glass
windows. Rats littered the streets. Swarms of flies ruled the everlasting night. As the
lifeless road came to a dreading end. Shadows crept up the bare houses, their chanting
muffled by my screams of terror. I dropped down bringing my knees to my chest, clasping
my hand to my ears, pinching myself hoping it was just a bad dream. Streams of tears ran
down my soft cheeks. The chanting grew louder and the sound of soldiers marching kept
the beat as translucent figures draped in torn robes enclosed my innocence. Shredded
hands and crooked fingers reached out grabbing and tugging in my clothes.
At the moment of terror, crepuscular beams shone through the cracks in the clouds causing
the creatures to cower back into the shadows. Slowly...I lifted my heavy head...and looked
around with my bloodshot eyes not believing what what happened. I force my shaky legs to
stand. Gradually, I start to walk, quickening my pace as I go, desperate to escape from this
nightmare. As I turned the cobblestone corner, everything mysteriously disappeared like I
was changing from one dreaded world to another. Then,
Blackout...
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