The Night of Death

Getting closer and closer to the huge,peculiar gates. I was scared for myself. What was that feeling? My force from my body pulled me on. I opened the gate praying it wouldn't make a noise. The gate screamed at me like a hurt child.

Death was surrounding me like an army of soldiers. Fear killed my heart. My soul dragged me down, dragged me down. Frozen with fear I bellowed out loud. Blood began to drip from a tree. My hand reached out to pull the handle open,the smell of dead bodies hit my nose . . .

By Luke Cuthbertson