Steven's+Writing

media type="custom" key="238641" Weave A Word Challenge 1~ 10.11.07

Rain pattered on the car's roof. The weather had been fierce for days. As we came to a yield sign, one of our favorite melodies, a new rock song, came onto the radio, we immediately turned it up and began to sing along. As we turned around the bend our headlights flickered, probably an electric problem in the old crappy Corola. As we swung around another turn someone wandered into the road, holding a large woodcutting axe, Johnny screamed and supun the wheel, we flipped twice into the forest, and finally hit a tree, where we stopped in a puddle, I had been knocked out. Finally I woke up. The rain continued to fall. I looked up, there was blood everywhere. I saw Johnny's trainer jacket and pulled on it, I screamed as his body, putrid and rotting, fell into my lap. I pushed the door opened and crawled out, cutting my leg badly. To try to kindle a fire out here would be madness, so i decided to wander the woods.

As I began walking, I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around but saw nothing. I suddenly got an impulse to run, to run and never stop. So I did. I ran for hours. Slipping every once in a while. Finally I slipped and rolled down a muddy hill. As I got up and got oriented, I saw an undescribable horror.

Warm Up #2 //Halloween//
Bobbie sat in the cold attic, crying silently. The wind blew through her, chilling her blood, and freezing her tears. She heard someone calling, off in the distance. "I have no one to call for me," she thought. Downstairs she heard someone open the door and throw something to the ground. It smashed loudly, and the unknown man cursed loudly. Fear gripped Bobbie, making her wish she was dead. Wishing silently that she would wake up from this horrible nightmare that is her life. The past night had been a horrible clash of blood and fear. All of her friends were dead, their bodies laying lifelessly in the basement. Silence engulfed the house, the only sound her quiet crying. Then, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Bobbie's heart raced so fast she thought it would burst from her chest. "Where are you precious, I'm coming to get you." The man's horrible voice rang out through the quiet house. She could hear him sharpening his butchers knife. "This is the end!" she thought, but not before a fight. She grabbed the pipe sitting next to her and stood up. She silently walked out of her hiding place, and slowly walked into the hall, right behind the killer. One wrong move would send her to her bloody death. She held the pipe high above her head, and struck the man on the head. He fell forward onto his knife. The knife burst through his chest, piercing his cold, homicidal heart. Blood poured onto the floor. Quickly she ran down the stairs and into the basement, to say her last goodbyes to her lifeless friends.She slowly walked up the stairs, the night replaying over and over again in her head. She walked out onto the porch. Bobbie slammed the door shut, thankful to bring that chapter of her life to a close.

==Personal Narrative==

It was a Wednesday as I remember, exactly 4 weeks before today. The sun was shining, and there was a warm aura in the end. As I was relaxing, I received a call from Hunter. He asked me if I could come over and play football at the Maple Lawn field. I jumped at the chance to whoop him at my game. My brother and I ran over, somehow avoiding being hit by a car, and finally reached the field. We picked teams, and the horror began. I was a first pick, and for good reason. First play, the ball was handed off to me, and I ran for 15 yards. Then we passed, and my brother threw me a touchdown with ease. After that, the other team got a touchdown quickly. First play, I ran a pass pattern and was pushed, landing on my knee. I rolled around in pain continuously yelling “Which one of you pushed me!?” I sat up and looked at my knee. The bloody mess made my stomach want to heave. I laid down and told someone to call 9-1-1. The ambulance came, as well as my dad, whom my brother had called on my cell phone. I was strapped up and put in the ambulance. I had a machine put on me to measure my %02, my BPM, and my blood pressure. At that point, my biggest worry was that I couldn’t play football. I arrived at the hospital, and I was taken into the ER. I laid down and my mom and brother arrived. He was quite mesmerized by the deep gash in my leg. My nurse came in and put a mixture of things into my cut that were extremely cold, but they numbed it down. I was taken for x-rays, and then wheeled back to my room. My doctor came in and looked at my cut. He pointed out that it was very deep. No dip Sherlock! He left and I turned on the TV. I just caught the end of Family Guy and then Everybody Loves Raymond. The psychopathic doctors would not let me drink anything, so I was quite thirsty. Then the doctors began to clean the cut out. It was so numb I couldn’t feel it, but it sure looked painful. Then the doctor put an IV into me. My hand veins weren’t big enough, so she put the needle into my arm. Immediately they began to pump fluids, antibacterial, and Morphine into my blood. It felt like my chest was going cold, and I couldn’t think straight. The doctors began to think that my ligament had pulled off and chipped the bone, and I might have to go into the OR, so they called in an expert. Finally he arrived, and wouldn’t you know it, his wife saw me get into the ambulance, and he’s Hunter’s neighbor! He looked at it and said the doctors were wrong, and that he would just stitch it up. I could feel the first needles go through my skin, so they put in some painful numbing shots. He finished the stitches, bandaged me up, and put a knee immobilizer on my knee. Then I got crutches, a big cookie, and a Mountain Dew, and then I could remove the IV. I missed two days of school, 3 football games, 6 homework assignments, and 9 football practices. I am now off the crutches, and I got my stitches out a week ago. I’m playing football again, but the funny thing is, that I didn’t get hurt until I needed a topic for this narrative thing…funny, huh?