Creative writing, Gothic

Briskly walking with the mysterious darkness of the exist forest, grasping tightly my withering frozen hand, my petrified newly wed married woman clung on for protection. It was pitch dark on a cold befuddled night in the mid days of December. We were in search of someplace to rest our staggering and lost bodies. My wife and I had been walking for miles through this never ending cursed old forest. Every step we do on the thin and almost transparent layer of snow had a sudden fall and we heard the snap, crackle and crumble of the lanky branchinges, rattling leaves ND woodlouse infested logs.Winter was killing the forest. The trees were hunched over and their dead jam bark was blistering under the harsh weight of the freezing tartness quilt which strained their aching ancient backs. A tunnel had been formed. It was as if they were frail, vile and disfigu cherry old men with a dozen lank limbs to wrap around each other for dear life. The barred branches resembled a prison in my eyes. This endless tunnel was hiding us from the significant light of the mephis peakhelian eye, the moon. There were gaps in the endless arch so as to let the descending snow slowly all on to the path we were destined to walk.Suddenly as If stunned of nonhingness appeared a red eyed beast at the top of the wretched, steep hill we were attempting to scale. The wildcat approached us with her steaming breath and her head low to the ground as if she was ready for the pounce. If we had run she would have reacted with great violence, so we kept our bodies and expressions as lifeless as a china doll. Her eyes were intense manage a fire replenishing itself the eyes of a burning demon. Her coat was as grey as the fog that surrounded s, the beast froze corpse still, profound and motionless.Frantically I dropped the limb and clambered up the rest of the steep hill. Was I dream? Supernatural or what Terribly frightened I ran on. How could this have happened? Sprinting dispirited th e other side of the hill where this terrible happening occurred, I tripped. It was not the Inconvenient obstacle of a root or a branch that brought me to fall but something else, something Invisible and evil. I plummeted, momentarily seeing the bloody(a) detached leg of my Innocent wife. Falling ND rolling to where the twain hills meet, centre of the haunted vale where the water runs deep and fierce.It was where I was to summon the rest of my wifes limbless, battered body drained of blood by an evil split. A terror. I will avenge my poor darling wife Margaritas death. Creative writing, Gothic By thwarted Suddenly as if out of nothingness appeared a red eyed beast at the top of the expressions as lifeless as a china doll. Her eyes were glowing like a fire replenishing the deep fog was thickening. It came to the point were we were subterfuge in that we could As the fog drifted on I noticed that we were no longer in the presence of the vicious wolf.