Monday, September 22, 2014
Burnt marshmallows
You and your three closest friends decide to go camping. You arrive and set up camp nearly three miles away from where you left your car. Late that evening, as you sit around the campfire roasting marshmallows, one of your friends reveals a deep, dark secret that turns what was to be a fun weekend into one of the scariest weekends of your life. Create a story based upon this plot line. It must be at least two pages and is due at the end of the period.
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“Alright guys, whos got the marshmallows?” Said Bryan, as he started the fire with a zippo lighter. James, Tyler, Angel, and I were setting up the tents. James stretches, and goes to grab the marshmallows from his backpack. “Gee wizz, guys, I sure am tired from setting up that tent!” “James. You only set up ONE tent.” I say, looking at James. “Yeah. And?” Says James. Tyler sighs, and he and I finish up setting up the tents. “James, why are you a lazy idiot?” Said Tyler, as he grabbed the bag of marshmallows from James and walked over to Bryan, handing him the bag. “Im not an idiot. Just lazy.” said James, smiling. “This guy right here..” Said Bryan, pointing at James. Tyler and I picked up a few stray sticks around the camp, and got two marshmallows each. We stuck the marshmallows just over the fire. “Cant believe we actually managed to drag you out of the house, Chris.” Said Tyler. “Yeah… my parents wanted me to “Make some friends, despite actually having friends.” I said, looking up at the moon. The white, glowing, cratered sphere hovered in the sky, almost unmoving. “Christian?” Said Tyler, nudging me in the shoulder. “Huh?” I said, shaking my head. I looked at my marshmallow, which was black and burning. I blow the fire out, and remove the ruined marshmallow from the stick, wincing as the burnt marshmallow singed my hand. Tyler, Bryan, James, and Angel all laughed, and I sighed, starting to laugh as well. “Im not all that hungry. I’ll just turn in for now.” I said, heading to one of the tents. “Alright, Chris.” Said Tyler, as he ate his marshmallow. I go inside, and lie down, quickly going to sleep.
ReplyDeleteThe next morning I awoke, groggy and tired. “Uuugh… I feel horrible..” I got up, scratching my head. As I awoke, I heard the screams of the rest of my friends. “Oh my god!” yelled Tyler. “What the hell…?” I groggily say, stepping out of the tent. The moment I stepped out, my eyes widened. Angels body, mangled and bloody, was next to the campfire. “What happened?!” I say, horrified. “Were not sure! Angel decided to stay up last night to put out the fire, and… Geuh!” Said Tyler, pointing at Angels body. “What should we do?” I say, shaken by the death. “I don't know, Christian! You think of something!” Yelled Tyler. “Guys! Getting angry wont help.” Said Bryan. “Lets just… bury the body. We can't really get out of here until next week.” Tyler and I nodded. From one of the tents came a low grunt, as well as shuffling. “What's with all the noise you guys…?” Said James, yawning and stepping out of his tent. He rubbed his eyes, then his gaze met with Angels dead body. “Jiminy crickets! What happened to Angel?!” Said James. “We just went through this, James. No one knows, we all just woke up to him dead.” Said Bryan. “Then we gotta get the hell out of here!” Said James, going into his tent. I sigh, sitting down on the dirt floor of the camp ground, attempting to process what's just happened. James, terrified, quickly came out of the tent, carrying all of his belongings.
“I dont know about you fools, but im gonna make like a banana and split.” Said James. “Good luck. No ones coming to pick us up until next week.” Said Bryan, bringing out a shovel from his tent and handing it to Tyler. “Well, we can't just sit here and let whatever killed Angel kill us!” Said James. “Who said will let it kill us? I’ll mess up whatever attacked Angel!” Said Tyler, swinging the shovel around as if it were a sword. “Chris, come help me with Angel.” I get up, and pick up Angel by the shoulders, dragging him. Tyler started to walk away from the camp, and I followed him, dragging Angels body on the ground. Once we were a fair distance away from the camp, Tyler found a clearing, and began to dig a grave within said clearing. “Jeez… I never wanted him to go… not like this. Y’know?” Said Tyler as he dug the grave. “We were friends… the best of friends, and to wake up to him… gone…” Tyler went silent, his voice beginning to crack as he began to tear up. I put one hand on his shoulder. “Its alright, man. Just let it out. I wont judge. Not like I can; Angel was a great guy.” I said. Tyler and I buried Angels body, and I made a makeshift cross out of some sticks and long grass blades. We head back to the camp, where Bryan had made the camp fire once more. James, Bryan, Tyler and I all sat around the campfire, silent.
ReplyDeleteWe all sat there, mourning Angel until nightfall came. “Lets all get some rest. Tomorrow, everything will be better.” I say. Bryan, Tyler, and James all got up, heading to their individual tents. I stay outside, and put out the campfire. I look up into the sky, staring into the white, cratered sphere that is the full moon. I continued to stare at the white sphere, which illuminated the night, until everything went black. Panting. Screaming. The splattering of blood. The taste of the red, irony liquid. The laughter of a lunatic. Running.
The following morning, I awoke. I was somewhere in the middle of the forest, covered in forest debris. “Uuuugh… what the…. Where am I?” I look down at myself, and the horrible realization dawns on me. I was covered in streaks of crimson liquid, most likely blood, my hands, completely red. “What…?” I say, voice shaking. As I spoke, I could taste more blood in my mouth. I tried to scream as loud as I could, but no sound came out. I quickly surveyed my surroundings, and heard the sound of water running coming from my left. I get up, and slowly walk over to the noise, and spot a river. I get as close as I can to the river, get on my knees, and look down at the water, only to be greeted with a revolting sight: My mouth is covered in dry red blood, and across my face are three more streaks of dry blood, as if someone had purposely used the blood as some sort of war-paint. “How…? When…? H--” As I continued to stare in horror, I heard twigs snapping in the distance, as well as the sound of bushes being moved, and familiar voices. “Where is he? I’ll rip his spine out!” I heard Tyler’s voice in the distance. “I know you’re angry, man. Once we find him, he’ll pay..” Said Bryan. I heard their voices, and got up, quivering. “What? They think I did it? They think I killed Angel? No…. I couldnt have….”
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