Creative Writing A Short Story - 761 Words

The eyes of the painting followed me as I passed it. I was chilled to the bone, not daring to face the man frozen in the paint. â€Å"Maria,† a hoarse whisper groaned at me â€Å"Maria, turn your head to me.† I walked quicker, keeping my eyes straight ahead. Torches lined the halls, bringing the dull oil canvases to life. The halls of Farrador Hold were built like a labyrinth, yet I turned every corner knowing exactly where it would take me. The whisper grew into a voice that sounded like it had been thirsting since birth. â€Å"Maria Deuveu, please, my dear sweet Maria,† it hissed growing closer to my ear. My pace was between walking and jogging as the halls of the Hold seemed to shrink. â€Å"Maria! Maria! My Maria, answer me!† It was the same†¦show more content†¦I scrambled into the kitchen and ransacked every drawer until I found the box of matches. A large bottle of alcohol was in my other hand. Ghostly moaning echoed from outside of the kitchen. My mind was other places, and I ignored the unquenchable spirit as I raced past his portrait. Trembling overtook my legs and hands when I grabbed a torch and ascended back to the room. I stared at everything with the deepest, the most scarlet rage I had ever looked at anything, before coating everything with alcohol. It was before I lit the match that he, or what he had become, appeared in front of me. â€Å"Maria,† he cooed, the dark bristles on his upper lip quivering. â€Å"Maria, how could you? How could you kill me?† His voice –no, it was not his, it was the creature who haunted my waking days and sleepless nights– grew louder and louder and louder until it was filling my head with its horrible cries. â€Å"How could you? How could you kill me Maria? Maria, how?† I opened the matchbox and lit several at a time, throwing the matches around the chamber. My feet forced me to run, but the arm holding the bottle of alcohol hung limp, spilling dark substance from the bottle, begging the fire to follow me like a chain. When the bottle ran dry, the fire continued to lick up anything it could reach. Paintings fell and crumpled into ash around me while my legs continued to punch on. The gate to the lawn was fifty feet away, now fourty, now thirty†¦ A spruce support beam fell inShow MoreRelatedCreative Writing : A Short Story1020 Words   |  5 PagesThe girls sat seperated in two stark, cold rooms. Each of the girls was sat at a table with a clear plastic cup of water sitting at arm’s length from them, both cups untouched. How could they drink when their best friend was no where to be seen? They had been having an innocent night of fun at Mercedes’ house three weeks ago, the first of many planned for the spring break, watching movies on Netflix and eating a pizza they ordered. 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