I was strolling home one evening I felt eyes on me. Not just regular eyes, but abnormal eyes that felt like ‘I’m going to hurt you.’ I wondered why I felt the abnormal eyes on me. I took a shortcut home. It was through a dark alley, no light to illuminate the path. Then something reached out of the darkness and grabbed me. I screamed. But no one could hear me. I was unaccompanied, no one nearby me. I peered up and all I could see were two red eyes staring at me, like I was something to devour. Perhaps I am. I let out a blood-curdling shriek.
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I like the anguage you have used here.
Sorry, I have accidently forget my l on language!
Hello Anastacia,
You most certainly know how to build tension in a story. It would be brave, if not a little foolish, to be out alone on a dark night and take an unlit alley. The scene is just right for one of the thriller scenes many like to read in books or watch at the cinema. I could almost feel something grab me from behind as I read.
Your story ends with many possibilities. Did you survive the encounter? Was it really someone playing a mean joke? Will people start searching for you when you fail to reach home? Perhaps in another 100WC we might find the answers. Well done! 🙂
@RossMannell (Team 100WC)
Teacher (retired), N.S.W., Australia
I like you VOCP it was a great story. But next time to make your sentis more shorter.
I AM IMIDIATLY hookedI was strolling home one evening I felt eyes on me. by that sentence i want to no what happens next