“Cut” – Creative Writing

Were here, Dad miteed a huge sigh of replacement as our flashy, new Lotus rolled effortlessly along the neglected, transcend gravel military campaign. The stress of travelling for five exhausting seconds across the aeonian terrain of Switzerland had got to all of us. The trepidation engulfed me as we passed the colossal pines that stood at the side of the drive shivering in the unbearably cold temperature. Even at that snatch in the depth of the Swiss winter the comforting, peach aslope rays of the arise morning sunshine peeked warily with the dominant clouds. I sta tearing in awe as a low flying eagle flexed its travel majestically in a demonstration of unlimited power and agility. I watched in wonder, as it swooped through the dense woodland and off into the blank.The gondola suddenly swerved uncontrollably to the left bringing my wandering thoughts back to the wassail. Dad, by now a little fatigued nearly profit a baby rabbit, which obviously unaware of its action s darted off into the safety of a nigh gorse bush. The waiting was al virtually unbearable as we veered around the get going corner and drove autoefully up to our new post.The house was what I expected. The main building was huge, sixteenth century and make of stone. The bring forbiddener buildings consisted of a spacious garage and a dilapidated stable block. As we neared it I could set the windows, thick with grime and dust that had ga on that pointd over the some(prenominal) years the house had been uninhabited. The crumbling stone walls were wrapped in a square blanket of spindly ivy. Much of it was dying, ripped from the now vulnerable walls by the uncultivated gales that had mop up Switzerland entirely months ago. Needless to say, the house looked stunning as the rank sun beat down lighting it up in the most peculiar way. It had almost a frightening, mysterious feel to it. Even in its beauty it was slightly spooky but that didnt really perturb me.It was the hous e of my dreams set in the vast, mountainous regions of Switzerland. The freedom of the open country appealed greatly to me and the clean, fresh tune rushing vigorously through the open car window cleared my mind as I smiled and relaxed, slumping down into the soft, furry car seat. As the commencement ceremony few gleaming snowdrops began to fall from the haze over sky I felt at simple mindedness with myself. This was my heaven.The gravel crunched as the car ground to a halt. My brother and I leapt forth of the dead car. Dad enthusiastically wrenched open the awkward car boot and hauled egress the most humungous suitcase I had ever seen. He then proceeded to bedeck it into my weak arms and with ever ounce of my diminishing strength I lugged it into the house.As I entered, the most horrendous musty smell hit my sensitive nose do me feel terribly nauseous. I walked belatedly over to the kitchen table. The house was silent, not quiet, but silent. A cold silence. The caseful that makes you shudder. I looked around. The light flowing through the ancient glass windows hurl shadows in the room. The table was coated with thick dust protecting the pinewood underneath. I drew a short, sharp breath and blew. Multitudinous clouds of swirling dust flew through the air covering anything in its path. I coughed violently, my lungs on fire, as they fought to write the overpowering dust out. All around me spiders scowled, most irritated by my presence.I crept quietly over the old fashioned, tiled floor towards the supporting room. As I advanced through the broken doorframe I felt a sticky cobweb haul my unsuspecting face, living accommodations it in a veil of ragged threads. I let out a blood-curdling wail covering my face with my shaking hands.Dont be such(prenominal) a baby, my brother sneered, as, unfortunately for me he walked through the battered introductory door. I ignored his puerile remark and hurried into the living room.In the darkest corner of the dimly lit room stood a grandfather clock. quiver tock, tick tock, tick tock. Its repetitive sound could be comprehend every second. Its aching muscles strained continuously to keep it alive. It looked bored and tired wish a damp, filthy mine worker in the sustain hour of his never ending shift. As it hit the hour the shrill stark(a) chime of its rusty pendulum rang out echoing in my ears. The dated, grubby paper that appeared to leave been once white was now a bemiredy coloured brown. The leaky roof caused scraggy strips to hang off the cream walls. The striped light that broke through the dusty barrier on the window caused intricate patterns to cover the dirty floor. My arm, now numb with excruciating disorder dropped the intolerable suitcase and with an almighty thud it hit the ground.I heard the front door slam shut sending noticeable vibrations through the floor exchangeable the starting tremor of an earthquake. Dad walked in with the last of our belongings.Are you O.K, he exclaimed seeming extremely anxious about my present state. Yes Im pretty, I muttered quietly.Come and help us unpack, Dad suggestedThe thought of unpacking lashings of kitchen utensils, bedroom furniture and various miscellaneous objects made me quiver. My legs felt alike pink blancmange as I struggled to find a plausible take over. I could think of tonnes of better things to do in this serene countryside than unenthusiastically unpacking hoards of fruitless junk I think I might go and look our new surroundings, I stuttered, that being the only half decent excuse my unproductive brain could generate.I staggered past my father, lengthening my hurried locomote 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 rosy cheeks. The blinding sun had risen and put a splendiferous smile on the fac es of picturesque flowers.I heard the distant crunch of the gravel drive and well-fixed around the corner came the yellow sufferingted, battered removal van that made a deafening clanging noise 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 adit 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 sodden grass glisten like the expensive diamonds that stood in the busy New York streets that contained my old house. This was so wonderfully different to New York. As I took my first splendid steps into this radiant world I felt at ease with myself.My eyes rolled in there tightening sockets as I looked around. The emerald grass unfolded meticulously before me like a contemporary spread over that had been recently laid. I carefully picked out the biggest mountain and in my sore determination I decided to climb to the top. It wasnt too far ahead, on the nose through some dense woodland and there it would be. As I traipsed through the meadow grass the fresh, overnight dew bleached my comfortable trainers making my feet squelch with every step. From the ground arose a hazy mass of locomote through which I had to strain my weary eyes to see. Overhead I heard the distant rumbling of a helicopter shattering the glorious peacefulness of this incredible place. Stopping to inhale the invigorating mountain air I caught sight of a bunch of daffodils. Their petals shone like the 18-carat gold pendent that hung loosely around my neck. Bending down low I prudently picked them and placed them in my new satchel making sure they wouldnt get damaged.I quickened my dance step slightly as I gaped at my watch. The time had flown by at amazing speed. I had been enjoying myself so much. Now as I neared the dense woodland that lay before me I started to feel more and more exhilarated.The entrance to the forest was extremely boggy. Clusters of trees spread their leaves out as far as possible as they fought to keep out the light. My wet eyes widened to let in every bit of available light. It was like entering a graveyard at midnight. Everything was silent. I shivered as atrophied goose bumps protected my freezing body. It was much chillier in the forest. I scrabbled into my racy 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 brushed the ingrained mud off of my combat, camouflaged trousers. The leaves swirled around my aching feet, irate from being noble from where they lay. I wandered on unaware of what was to follow.The twigs crackled from beneath my feet attacking me as I stomped along the disused path. I had no idea 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. posterior me a sleepy owl hooted ignorantly, making me jump. I was already on edge as it was quite terrifying walking in the riffle 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 enough towering in a higher place me was the gigantic mountain. In my enthusiasm I started to climb. The steep 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 dragon that had earlier heat the air with its scorching b reath and lit the sky with an incredible red sunrise had slowly flown rear the clouds. It was now stone cold and the first heavy drops of salty tasting rain were falling at an more and more 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, cringing as it began to throb. I looked around and saw the culprit. The bat flew off innocently as if it had make nonentity wrong. All around I could see animals running for cover. If only then I had realise the danger they were warning 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 flurry lightning appeared in the dismal sky I was rather wishing I was still at home. thump I heard the noise from behind me. I started to panic. It was probably a tree falling down or something of that kind I thought, desperately trying to reassure myself. squat 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. Tears ran down my terrible face. I screamed out. Battling against the driving rain I ran.Thud Thud soul 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 appearance 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 fine hairs on the back of my pale neck st uck up on end. mute 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 acquiring 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 evening 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.