OH THE HORROR!!!, The suspense is killing my will to read this shit! Options

[dmonster]

'Sup hobos? Šis tāds skolas darbs, kas man pašam (un skolotājai, un citiem klasesbiedriem ar par brīnumu) patika tik ļoti, ka izlēmu ievietot šeit. Tīri angļu valodā, bija angļu valodas darbs. Jauki tas, ka tad, kad jāraksta 150 - 180 vārdu garš stāsts, man aizrautības pēc savelk kopā 797. Diemžēl uzskatu, ka tas ir tik alfas versijā (nav pietiekami daudz īpašības vārdu utt.), un, ja godīgi, kautkā slinkums papildināt. Labāk rakstīšu citas lietas.



A few years back, a group of students, all good friends, went camping during their summer holidays. The four of them, Zack and Tyler, childhood friends who grew up in the same neighborhood, Susan, Zack’s girlfriend, and Carry, an oddball friend the group met during college, got along quite well.
They set out on a humid July morning, driving cross country in Tyler’s dad’s trailer to a beautiful wildlife preservation forest, Bralding. Following a slightly incomprehensible map and moldy signs they finally arrived. It was already afternoon so they decided it would be better for them to split up responsibilities and leave the sightseeing for tomorrow. Zack and Susan set up camp, Tyler collected as much firewood as possible and Carry gathered berries, because it “seemed appropriate”. Evening came quickly and, as soon as the camper had been converted to a comfortable tent-like sleeping space for four and Carry had returned with quite a load of delicious berries, it became apparent that Tyler still hadn’t returned. Susan and Carry felt quite uneasy, but Zack, diminishing their concerns, calmly stated: “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just exploring, he’s always been like that.”
“Beep, beep.”
When nightfall hit, even Zack seemed disturbed by Tyler’s absence. “Ok… that’s it, I can’t take it no more. I’ll call some rescuers.” Zack was forced to go way back to the main road, he had absolutely no cell phone reception at their camp. “Beep, beep.” Susan and Carry we’re left behind to guard the trailer in case Tyler returned, which, even for wishful thinking, seemed unlikely. “Beep, beep.” Susan was the first to notice the odd sound, although justifying it as her mobile phone finally dying after weeks of poor performance. “Beep, beep.” When the obnoxious beeping continued, Susan informed Carry, both of them, now alarmed and armed with an axe and a spade respectively, lighted the campfire, they had created to keep wild animals away, even brighter.
“Beep, beep.”
The horrible sound, now more vivid than ever before, resonated from the far end of the camp. Both girls stared with frantic anticipation into the gloomy darkness hoping to unravel the sounds origins as swiftly as possible to regain the now immemorial peace of mind. “Beep, beep.” A tall overweight man stepped in reverse into the bonfire’s light. His back was unwashed and long, greasy hair dangled just above his shoulders, he could have easily been mistaken for an animal if it wasn’t for the torn shirt and filthy pants. As Carry and Susan sighed with ease, the strange man turned around revealing bright yellow eyes screaming for violence, a bloodstained torso, a rusted and equally blood red knife and, for their horror, a severed male arm. “Oh… OH MY GOD! CARRY, RUN!!” Susan screeched not even being able to control her own voice after seeing something as terrifying. Susan grabbed hold of Carry’s hand, now cold and stiff, and tried to flee as far as she could with her. Carry didn’t budge. Every muscle in her body was petrified at the sight of the severed limb. With a few quick steps the man was next to the still dumbfound Carry. Susan, briefly reevaluating their chances of survival, let go of Carry and made a run for it, clearly knowing the meaning of the abominably painful scream that followed shortly after.
Susan didn’t know how long she had run. Minutes, hours? What did it matter? Carry was no more and someone was left without an arm at best. Close to exhaustion, she tripped in the dark over something. When she could breathe again, she glimpsed at the disemboweled remains of an armless man in the middle of the road and a broken cell phone lying next to him. Before she could muster enough air in her lungs for another ear shattering scream, a hand pressed against her mouth and another wrapped around her chest to drag her into the nearby bushes. It was Tyler. He had really gone off exploring and after meeting the large man he had scarcely escaped him and afterwards had desperately tried to warn the others. Sadly, he came too late. They had no choice, they had to run for the freeway if they were to survive, it was about to dawn and the large man would easily find them if they stayed. With all of their remaining energy, they ran all they could. Teary eyed they reached a concrete road as the mellow sun slowly rose above the treetops. Seemingly thanks to a streak of luck, a lone police car on its daily patrol drove by and stopped after seeing the students.
The nightmare was over. They we’re safe at last. Or so they thought as they got into the policeman’s car whose eyes started glowing deviously yellow.

GaySquad OUT!!

[Arts]

Laba valoda,labs amerikānisks stāstiņš,cik nu tur tas horrors,tik žanram ar to visu roku,dzeltenajām acīm un sūdiem.
Tīri klasisks plots - jaunieši aizbrauc zaļumos,kāds notinas,kādus sāk galināt kkāds maniaks,un beigās paliek jautrais suspenss - nu,nu,kurš nākošais.
Vārdus neskaitīju,pofig,priekš laika mēra ir normāls,vairāk vajag detaļu,jo horroriem vajag uzburt galvā tos burvīgos skatus.
Gribu lasīt noveles par tukšām pilsētām...

[bafina]

Gors.
Man ar reiz skolā bija uzdevums angliski uzrakstī šausmu stāstu. Tas tika ieturēts labākajās Shaun Hutson tradīcijās. Ar to gribēju pateikt, ka iesaku augstāk minēto autoru, ja rodas vēlme kādreiz atkārtot šāda darba radīšanu.

[Keydan]

Anyway...