Creative Writing English

Second Piece of Creative Writing

Writing about the picture (creative writing)

Planning//Ideas:

• Alone
• Fire
• Burning embers
• Scared

Survival of The Fittest

Looking around, all I could see was darkness. The tunnel was narrow and dim,  empty and abandoned. Why was I even here? It wasn’t like me to go adventuring through deep dark tunnels alone. There was a damp musty smell, and as I inhaled, it was all I could taste. Faint echoes of tapping came from far within. I turned behind me and looked back, but all I saw was endless darkness. I sighed and turned. It was too late now, and just my luck. My only option was to go forward and see what lay ahead.

Stepping over stray litter, I focused on the path ahead of me. There was a trail of foul smelling liquid all the way through the tunnel. Odd, I thought. I figured it was polluted water but how would it even get in here? The walls seemed to seep closer and lean towards me like sly snakes, only there to scare me and play with my mind. My imagination began to run wild and I felt genuine fear. I kept walking ahead though, pushing the thoughts back and myself forward.

Soon enough, there was a change in the air. Suddenly, the musty damp smell disappeared and was replaced by a new crisp smoke scent. It wafted over me and surrounded me, taunting me. I began to run. My old sneakers hit the concrete floors lightly, turning into a rhythmic beat. I reached a doorway. The cornflower blue paint was severly chipped, peeling down, exposing the old wood. I put my hand on the knob. It was rusty and rough, cold on my skin.

As I turned it slowly, a huge blast of air hit me like high wind. I was choked by the strong smell of burning and smoke. What was going on? Why did the tunnel end with this room? I looked around franticly, taking it in. I had so many questions. The room was filled with paper, little notes everywhere. I picked up a small piece of paper that had landed at my feet. It had neat handwriting and said one word, in bold. ‘RUN.’ I held my breath. The fire was creeping closer to me, burning all the notes but I wasn’t scared. I was frozen solid in the doorway, watching.

Millions of questions raced through my mind. What had led me here? Why was there a tunnel underground at school anyway? The roaring and crackling of the fire was loud and overwhelming. The fire had now crept right up to me, a flame now licking at my skin. I moved my arm towards it, as if to touch it. The burning of the orange flame came closer and coiled around me. Just as it thought it had me, I twirled out of its grasp, shut the door on it and sprinted like I never have before.

When I finally slowed from running, after a good five minutes, I turned around. I could see bright burning flames behind me, it was moving faster than rain dropping, chasing me. I then realised that the trail of polluted smelling liquid from earlier, wasn’t water. It was petrol. This was a deliberate fire, and the tunnel wa a trap. I had been set up.

I stopped for a second, to work out what to do. If I stayed here and let the fire get me, they won. If I ran and escaped, I won. I was gasping for breath and I felt the heat of the burning embers crawl over me but I wasn’t going to give up.

After what felt like a lifetime, I reached the opening of the tunnel. The massive rock had been rolled over the entrance again.

“HELP” I screamed.

My throat was sore and dry. My arms were weak and burned but I pushed with all the strength I had left. The rock began to move slowly and it rolled backward. I slipped past the small gap created and pushed it back behind me.

I began to run again. This time, out of my new torturous school. Far away. I thought this school was going to be a nice normal fresh start. Obviously not. He was still out there and wasn’t going away.