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Some old English homework. It's lvl 7+, though!!! And I'm afraid its not particularly depressing, or about failed love, death or sex. Sorry bout that. [552 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm, um, well, me. I like playing the guitar (if you can call it that) and buying too many CDs on a whim. Well, someone has to. I've got light brown hair, muddy brown eyes (well I think they are, it's quite hard to see your own eyes) and a turned up nose. I intend to make a million before I'm 16 so I can get a nose job. I hate children (sorry, kids!) and I'm fairly suspicious of new people, though I'm told I'm quite nice once you know me. Really. [May 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) The Phantom Hitchhiker (Short Stories) Well. It's about this dude, right... Oh who cares. Read it. Then you'll know. [485 words] [Horror]
Unfortunate Side Effects Liz Quinlan
The driving rain thundered onto the cracked stone slabs as I sprinted up the winding steps, my soaked travelling cloak billowing out behind me. I held the key tightly beneath the folds of my woollen coat, my fingers grasping the handle as though my life depended upon it. I skidded up to the heavy oak door, as a deafening crack of thunder ripped through the thick night ear. Shoving the key roughly into the rusting lock, I wrenched it fiercely and threw myself inside.
I found myself in a gigantic, bare chamber with no windows, only flickering torches bolted into the cold granite walls. I slammed the door behind me and threw back my hood. The rain battered against the walls, only slightly muffled by the stone and echoing around the deserted room. I edged towards the centre of the room, panting. A wide table was the only furniture in the room, and my creature lay upon it. My face twisted into a grimace as I looked at it, lying there covered in disgusting mucus and slime, its pale skin illuminated by the light from the torches. I stood by it, my nostrils straining not to inhale the smell rising from its rancid body, and poured some liquid from the vial I pulled from the depths of my cloak into its gaping mouth. It shuddered horribly, a huge lump of throbbing muscle I assumed was its tongue came from within the great hole in the centre of its face. I could see sharp, dirty fangs erupting from its white gums, dripping with saliva and blood.
I took a quick step back as it heaved itself up. It was about 8ft tall, hunch-backed and dripping with revolting slime. I noticed such a foul look in its eyes that I could not believe possible, and its terrible face was contorted into what I took to be a sort of smile. Its red veins pulsed beneath the thin, translucent skin that was stretched over its hulking frame. It dragged itself over to me, growling menacingly. I hopped backwards as thick white mucus dripped from its chest onto my foot, sending shudders of horror and disgust down my spine. I clenched my teeth as its eyes widened and the watery red balls sunk into their sockets. I must confess I wondered if it could actually see me as it had no pupils. Claws grew from the webbed hands, yellow and stained with dark brown blood. It yawned, spraying me with revolting bits of bone and….other things. I swallowed, and decided against attempting to place the collar and leash around its neck as I had planned, instead backing slowly away towards the door.
The beast looked at me oddly, as though wondering why I was so clearly petrified of it. I managed a weak smile, and tossed the leg of lamb I had been keeping in my cloak (it was a very big cloak) at it. It leapt at it, and began to tear it apart, making unpleasant rumbling noises. A blast of thunder made me scream, and I quickly left the room, locking the door behind me. I knew I would have to go back again, but I couldn’t really face it at the moment, so I jogged back down the slippery steps and into the night.
READER'S REVIEWS (2) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"you show promise, but this story is sub par. it has no ending or purpose and so failed to hold my interest. i did like your descriptive phrases though, although you did spray them around a bit too liberally." -- sunny, dc, usa.
"f**king fabulous, lizzy, see you at scool on monday! (Tis a wee bit discriptive though, tone it down a bit darlin') lurrrrrv amy x x x x" -- amy sandland.
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