Awake Hi KaW Here is the first draft of my first paragraph of a horror story for an assessment. Enjoy Awake The night was drawing itself to a close. He still hadn't returned, and they hadn't left. Creeping the street, like a midday shadow. Maybe he was waiting for them to leave; maybe he was one of them. Her thought was cloudy. She checked the taps. No water. They had appeared as night fell. Wandering onto the street. Aimlessly, yet squeezing it. It was an Anaconda. Preparing to destroy the area. Yet they had no real purpose. No real movement. Jittering and shaking. Occasionally one would convulse and roar from pain. Her face was wet. He was dead wasn't he. He had killed them. She wanted to be angry, but she couldn't be angry at them. Her friends. The smell. That was something she could be angry about. It ripped her nose as it shoved its horn. It had seen red. The smell was charging at her. Getting stronger by the minute. She couldn't think straight. The smell. It was inside the house. As strong as if the dead had risen. As if the dead had risen. Her leg hurt. Maybe it was from the car that had hit her that morning? Never mind. But the smell was still there. Lapping at her heals like a wolf, she was the prey. Such awful thoughts, hiw could she be the prey? Her vision was blurry. From the crying obviously. For a second she had thought she'd seen some hair fall out when she scratched her head. When she got hit by the car. Oh she was hungry. She walked into the kitchen and saw a jar of jam open. She stuck her finger into the jar. Her finger was covered in jam. She sucked it off her finger. She bit. Her finger fell of. Delicious in it's own right. She swallowed her... her... what was the word. She laughed a deep laugh. Growl. She didn't need them Anyway. What were they called again? It was on the tip of her... never mind. She was too good for words. That was it! Her head hurt. She smashed the front dawn down. A red tear trickled down her face. Almost unwilling to do so. She joined her friends. She screamed in agony, and rejoices. She didn't have to worry anymore. Everything would be alright. Constructive critism only please ~ Krishna