“Cut” – Creative Writing

Were here, soda breathed a abundant sigh of relief as our flashy, spick-and-span Lotus rolled effortlessly along the neglected, overgrown inconvenience oneself drive. The stress of travelling for five wear mos across the ever digesting terrain of Switzerland had got to all of us. The trepidation engulfed me as we passed the colossal pines that s excessivelyd at the side of the drive shivering in the unbearably cold temperature. regular(a) at that moment in the depth of the Swiss winter the comforting, strike coloured rays of the rising morning sun peeked warily by means of the sovereign clouds. I stared in awe as a humiliated riotous eagle flexed its wings majestically in a demonstration of immeasurable power and agility. I watched in wonder, as it swooped by dint of the dense timberland and attain into the distance.The automobile perfectly swerved uncontrollably to the left bringing my nomadic thoughts back to the present. pop music, by now a pocket-size fatigue d some turn over a baby rab chipping, which obviously unaware of its actions darted off into the preventative of a nearby gorse bush. The waiting was al or so unbearable as we veered around the last corner and drove carefully up to our new house.The house was what I expected. The main building was huge, sixteenth century and make of orchestra pit. The outer buildings consisted of a spacious garage and a dilapidated still block. As we neared it I could resonate the windows, thick with grime and ashes that had pull to dejecther over the many years the house had been uninhabited. The crumbling stone walls were wrapped in a substantial blanket of spindly ivy. Much of it was dying, ripped from the now threatened walls by the raging gales that had hit Switzerland only months ago. Needless to say, the house looked stun as the blazing sun beat down lighting it up in the most peculiar representation. It had almost a frightening, mysterious olfactory modality to it. Even in its be auty it was slightly spooky but that didnt rattling bother me.It was the house of my dreams set in the vast, fateous regions of Switzerland. The freedom of the overt country appealed greatly to me and the clean, fresh air rushing vigorously done the open car window cleared my mind as I smiled and relaxed, slumping down into the soft, furry car seat. As the primary few glow snowdrops began to fall from the overcast flip out I matt-up at assuagement with myself. This was my heaven.The gravel crunched as the car ground to a halt. My brother and I leapt out of the lifeless car. Dad enthusiastically wrenched open the awkward car boot and hauled out the most humungous suitcase I had ever seen. He then proceeded to dump it into my weak arms and with ever ounce of my fall strength I lugged it into the house.As I entered, the most horrendous moldy smell hit my sensitive nose making me feel dreadfully nauseous. I walked slowly over to the kitchen table. The house was silent, not qu iet, but silent. A cold silence. The type that makes you shudder. I looked around. The light flowing through the old-fashioned glass windows cast shadows in the room. The table was coated with thick dust protecting the pinewood underneath. I drew a short, tart breath and blew. un blunterable clouds of swirling dust flew through the air covering everything in its path. I coughed violently, my lungs on fire, as they fought to hold back the overpowering dust out. any around me spiders scowled, most irritated by my presence.I crept quietly over the old fashioned, cover floor towards the living room. As I advanced through the mazed doorframe I entangle a sticky cobweb bewitch my unsuspecting face, trapping it in a veil of ragged threads. I let out a blood-curdling wail covering my face with my palpitation hands.Dont be such a baby, my brother sneered, as, unfortunately for me he walked through the battered front door. I ignored his puerile remark and locomote into the living ro om.In the darkest corner of the dimly lit room stood a grandfather clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Its repetitive sound could be perceive every second. Its aching muscles strained continuously to keep it alive. It looked tire and tired standardized a damp, filthy mine worker in the last hour of his never ending shift. As it hit the hour the shrill everlasting chime of its rusty pendulum rang out echoing in my ears. The dated, grubby wallpaper that appeared to have been once white was now a muddy coloured brown. The leaky roof caused scraggy strips to hang off the cream walls. The stripy light that broke through the dusty obstacle on the window caused intricate patterns to cover the dirty floor. My arm, now numb with excruciating pain dropped the intolerable suitcase and with an al susceptibilityy thud it hit the ground.I heard the front door slam shut displace noticeable vibrations through the floor like the starting tremor of an earthquake. Dad walked in with the la st of our belongings.Are you O.K, he exclaimed seeming extremely unquiet about my present state. Yes Im fine, I muttered quietly.Come and help us omit, Dad suggestedThe thought of unpacking piles of kitchen utensils, bedroom furniture and various miscellaneous objects do me quiver. My legs felt like pink blancmange as I struggled to find a plausible excuse. I could think of tonnes of better things to do in this calm countryside than unenthusiastically unpacking hoards of useless junk I think I might go and explore our new surroundings, I stuttered, that being the only half(a) decent excuse my unproductive brain could generate.I staggered past my father, lengthiness my hurried bills like a startled antelope fleeing for its life. As I reached for the door I glanced towards my unfortunate brother and mocked him as he started to unpack lackadaisically. I strode out into the freezing winters air and felt it bite my fortunate cheeks. The blinding sun had risen and put a glorious smile on the faces of colourful flowers.I heard the distant crunch of the gravel drive and roaring around the corner came the yellow painted, battered remotion van that made a deafening clanging tone every time it hit a pothole. I smiled, praising myself for the dextrous way in which I got out of unpacking.I wandered over to the broken, wooden entry that led out into the acres of harsh mountains that we now owned. I opened the fragile gate and stepped carefully through. As soon as I did I entered a new, magical world. The fiery sun made the schmalzy grass glisten like the expensive diamonds that stood in the busy saucy York streets that contained my old house. This was so wonderfully different to New York. As I took my first delicate steps into this radiant world I felt at ease with myself.My look rolled in there fasten sockets as I looked around. The emerald grass unfolded meticulously before me like a contemporary carpet that had been recently laid. I carefully picked out the biggest mountain and in my insane determination I decided to climb to the top. It wasnt too far a psyche, just through some dense woodland and there it would be. As I traipsed through the meadow grass the fresh, overnight dew decolorise my comfortable trainers making my feet squelch with every step. From the ground arose a dazed mass of steam through which I had to strain my weary eyeball to see. Overhead I heard the distant rumbling of a eggwhisk shattering the glorious peacefulness of this incredible place. Stopping to inhale the inspire mountain air I caught sight of a bunch of daffodils. Their petals shone like the 18-carat gold pendant that hung loosely around my neck. Bending down low I prudently picked them and placed them in my new satchel making genuine they wouldnt get damaged.I quickened my pace slightly as I gaped at my watch. The time had flown by at amazing speed. I had been enjoying myself so much. flat as I neared the dense woodland that lay before me I sta rted to feel more and more exhilarated.The entrance to the quality was extremely boggy. Clusters of trees cattle farm their leaves out as far as possible as they fought to keep out the light. My watering eyes widened to let in every bit of available light. It was like entering a graveyard at midnight. Everything was silent. I shivered as small goose bumps protected my freezing body. It was much chillier in the fo relaxation. I scrabbled into my deep waterproof bag and retrieved my much-needed sweater. It took me an eternity to put it on as I struggled impatiently to get my massive head through the correct hole. I strolled on only to trip over a tree trunk. Ouch, I bellowed, more irritated than anything else. I heard a scuffle as an anxious vixenfled from my disturbance.I picked myself up and napped the ingrained mud off of my combat, camouflaged trousers. The leaves swirled around my aching feet, acidulous from being uplifted from where they lay. I wandered on unaware of what was to follow.The twigs crackled from beneath my feet assail me as I stomped along the disused path. I had no theme how far I was from the long awaited mountain but suddenly seeing a strip of light desperately reaching towards the forest floor gave me hope. Behind me a sleepy owl hooted ignorantly, making me jump. I was already on edge as it was quite terrifying base on balls in the pitch black.Yes, I shrieked, as walking around the last corner I saw light at the end of the forest. I stepped up my pace to a jog, panting with every step as my deprived lungs gasped for air.I leapt out of the forest and there sure profuse towering above me was the gigantic mountain. In my enthusiasm I started to climb. The soak up gradient didnt bother me. It was my goal to get to the top and I would get there at all costs.Various birds squawked noisily above my head and flew off into the distance swooping and diving at different intervals. The fiery potassium bitartrate that had earlier heated the a ir with its scorching breath and lit the sky with an incredible red sunrise had slowly flown behind the clouds. It was now stone cold and the first heavy drops of salty tasting rain were dropping at an increasingly hurried rate. The bright sky had turned a miserable grey. As I climbed, by now a little more slowly, I suddenly felt something hit my face. A sharp pang of pain rippled through my cheek and I clutched it tightly, worm-eaten as it began to throb. I looked around and saw the culprit. The bat flew off innocently as if it had done nothing wrong. All around I could see animals running for cover. If only then I had realise the danger they were admonition me of things might have been a lot different.The atmosphere was creepy. The noticeable noise that had once surrounded the mountain had completely disappeared. It was eerie and as the first flash of disconcerting lightning appeared in the dismal sky I was earlier wishing I was still at home. beat I heard the noise from behind me. I started to panic. It was probably a tree move down or something of that kind I thought, desperately trying to tranquillise myself.clunk I heard it again. I froze. Looking around I could see nothing but I felt so vulnerable, so alone. I bravely carried on.Thud By now I was petrified. rupture ran down my forethoughtful face. I screamed out. Battling against the driving rain I ran.Thud Thud Somebody was chasing me. I looked behind me. Nothing.Help, I whimpered, but I new there was no one to save me.Thud Thud Thud It continued. I was in hysteria, tearing up mountain. My legs could go no faster.Thud Thud I looked behind me again. Nothing. At every step I tookThud Thud I was blinded by fear and as I glanced behind me once more through my tear-glazed eyes I could see a tall, dark figure. Although transparent in show to my horror I could see it was moving towards me.Thud Thud I felt the breath on my neck. Hot. Clammy. I was screaming with terror. I felt dangerously faint. The f ine hairs on the back of my pale neck stuck up on end. Speechless from shock, still I screamed. But I could no longer go on. In my growing exhaustion, I stumbled. Then I felt him grab meCut, The director bellowed. We had been filming all day and I was just getting in the mood for the thriller that we were staging. Retreating hastily to join the rest of the cast I knew what the director was about to say. In the failing eventide light he took the words right out of my mind. The light is to dim. All return back here tomorrow he shouted as he stormed off.