Note: This is a story from my grade 9, copied from paper to digital
Jessica, a blonde maiden wearing her cotton blouse and her typical blue shorts strolled along the granite pavement. In that late night, nothing can be heard apart from the crickets chirping. She approached the nearby campfire in front of her – glowing in bright red flames – and squatted close to the fire. Nothing can be seen beyond the fireplace, but she could see the dark brown soil surrounding the pavement.
Then she heard a loud crackle
She rapidly stared at the source and saw nothing but darkness. She started to feel a surge of adrenaline in her blood; she was ready to engage. Hidden inside her blouse was a sturdy steel dagger decorated with carvings of a snake on its handle.
A loud crack of thunder was heard in a distance, providing enough time for her to see the culprit. Without even the ability to describe the figure properly, she flung her dagger recklessly. A wail was heard next, followed by a solid boom. The wind quickly rampaged, dousing the fire as she felt frigid. Something arose within her as she dashed away from the crime scene.
Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture. There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand
She bolted down the pavement. She could feel the inexistence of time; the deprivation of hope. As the wolves let off their first and last howl, she staggered into a complete stop. She was slowly spacing out in dormancy before losing total control over her own body. Something inside her has awaken from its prolonged hibernation
An immense evil force has begun their vivacious assault