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Rather than make a new thread, here's a short story I wrote for an English assignment:
Groggily, I loped down the bike trail. It was mid-October and leaves littered the brush along the trail. A gray squirrel eyed me timidly from his Redwood perch as I jogged past. The birds weren’t singing this morning, but I wouldn’t have heard them anyways. I was deaf to the world. My senses were drown by the symphonies playing through my earbuds. It was foggy, although that wasn’t uncommon for the time of year. I could still see a good 20 paces in front of me clearly. I had left my house at 6:30 and was nearing the bridge. I was making decent time, better than usual at least. In half an hour, I had almost made it 4 miles. I reached the bridge and slowed my steps to a walk. It had rained the night before, and the river flowed violently underfoot. I stopped for a second and peered over the edge at the whitewater. I didn’t even see him coming.
A sharp blow to the back of my skull instantly turned me into a rag doll. I flopped to the ground and didn’t even notice my wrist break. My attacker hefted me over his shoulder and took off in a direction perpendicular to the beaten path. The brush tore at my unconscious flesh, but I didn’t care. I couldn't feel it, and thorns were the least of my worries.
Sunlight streamed through a crack in the wall and cast a ray of hope in the otherwise abysmal room. It was musty and un-inviting. My head throbbed, and I couldn’t raise it off the chilling metal table. I pulled sharply at the chains binding my arms and instantly regretted it. Two bones protruded from my left arm and blood began flowing steadily. My hand dangled freely from the end and I couldn’t bend my fingers. The pain was unreal and I blacked out again.
I woke the second time to complete darkness. Frogs were croaking and a cricket chirped in the corner of the room. I heard water bubbling from the other side of the wall. It was night. Surely someone was looking for me by now and on their way to rescue me from whatever hell I had fallen into. I tried to scream, but my mouth was stuffed full of old rags. I tried to spit them out, but was unsuccessful. I jerked my body side to side and the table wobbled underneath. It made an awful rusty creaking noise that sent a shiver down my spine. I was cold, yet sweated ferociously. A light clicked on overhead and I was blinded for a moment. A thick figure loomed over the table and gazed hungrily at me. He had a receding hairline and was missing several teeth, yet still had a devilish youthful quality. Something was off about his skin, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. All I know is something felt wrong. He slowly extended his hand and stroked my cheek. I was frozen with terror. His hand retreated and then disappeared under the table. I heard the noise of metal striking a hard surface, and he held up a bucknife where I could get a good look at it. Slowly, with great pleasure, he inched the knife closer and closer to my face. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying himself. It finally reached me, and he quickly brought it down with force, cleaving my right ear off. Red mist sprayed his forearm and he let out a cackle of sheer delight. I tried to free my limbs from the constraints to fend him off. In doing so, I made a horrifying discovery. My left arm was no longer in chains. The upper part of it was strapped to the table and the lower part was missing entirely. A signed stump replaced what I used to write and text with. After picking up my severed ear, he grabbed a propane torch and cauterized my gushing wound. The pain of fire on exposed nerves was excruciating. I could also now feel what remained of my left arm. Still chuckling to himself, he opened the door and walked out of the room. I smelled something cooking. I heard a lid being taken off a pot and then a sickening plop.
I jolted up out of bed and tumbled onto the floor. My arms and legs were tangled up in the blanket. My mom yelled upstairs and asked if I was ok. I checked to make sure I had all my limbs intact before answering that I was alright. I got up and walked out of my room, then made my way down the winding staircase to the kitchen. “I made you bacon special, before you run today”, my mom said with a smile. The smell sickened me. “No thanks, I’m not hungry. I think i’m going to stay in today”, I replied.
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Groggily, I loped down the bike trail. It was mid-October and leaves littered the brush along the trail. A gray squirrel eyed me timidly from his Redwood perch as I jogged past. The birds weren’t singing this morning, but I wouldn’t have heard them anyways. I was deaf to the world. My senses were drown by the symphonies playing through my earbuds. It was foggy, although that wasn’t uncommon for the time of year. I could still see a good 20 paces in front of me clearly. I had left my house at 6:30 and was nearing the bridge. I was making decent time, better than usual at least. In half an hour, I had almost made it 4 miles. I reached the bridge and slowed my steps to a walk. It had rained the night before, and the river flowed violently underfoot. I stopped for a second and peered over the edge at the whitewater. I didn’t even see him coming.
A sharp blow to the back of my skull instantly turned me into a rag doll. I flopped to the ground and didn’t even notice my wrist break. My attacker hefted me over his shoulder and took off in a direction perpendicular to the beaten path. The brush tore at my unconscious flesh, but I didn’t care. I couldn't feel it, and thorns were the least of my worries.
Sunlight streamed through a crack in the wall and cast a ray of hope in the otherwise abysmal room. It was musty and un-inviting. My head throbbed, and I couldn’t raise it off the chilling metal table. I pulled sharply at the chains binding my arms and instantly regretted it. Two bones protruded from my left arm and blood began flowing steadily. My hand dangled freely from the end and I couldn’t bend my fingers. The pain was unreal and I blacked out again.
I woke the second time to complete darkness. Frogs were croaking and a cricket chirped in the corner of the room. I heard water bubbling from the other side of the wall. It was night. Surely someone was looking for me by now and on their way to rescue me from whatever hell I had fallen into. I tried to scream, but my mouth was stuffed full of old rags. I tried to spit them out, but was unsuccessful. I jerked my body side to side and the table wobbled underneath. It made an awful rusty creaking noise that sent a shiver down my spine. I was cold, yet sweated ferociously. A light clicked on overhead and I was blinded for a moment. A thick figure loomed over the table and gazed hungrily at me. He had a receding hairline and was missing several teeth, yet still had a devilish youthful quality. Something was off about his skin, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. All I know is something felt wrong. He slowly extended his hand and stroked my cheek. I was frozen with terror. His hand retreated and then disappeared under the table. I heard the noise of metal striking a hard surface, and he held up a bucknife where I could get a good look at it. Slowly, with great pleasure, he inched the knife closer and closer to my face. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying himself. It finally reached me, and he quickly brought it down with force, cleaving my right ear off. Red mist sprayed his forearm and he let out a cackle of sheer delight. I tried to free my limbs from the constraints to fend him off. In doing so, I made a horrifying discovery. My left arm was no longer in chains. The upper part of it was strapped to the table and the lower part was missing entirely. A signed stump replaced what I used to write and text with. After picking up my severed ear, he grabbed a propane torch and cauterized my gushing wound. The pain of fire on exposed nerves was excruciating. I could also now feel what remained of my left arm. Still chuckling to himself, he opened the door and walked out of the room. I smelled something cooking. I heard a lid being taken off a pot and then a sickening plop.
I jolted up out of bed and tumbled onto the floor. My arms and legs were tangled up in the blanket. My mom yelled upstairs and asked if I was ok. I checked to make sure I had all my limbs intact before answering that I was alright. I got up and walked out of my room, then made my way down the winding staircase to the kitchen. “I made you bacon special, before you run today”, my mom said with a smile. The smell sickened me. “No thanks, I’m not hungry. I think i’m going to stay in today”, I replied.
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