Creative writing, Gothic

briskly walking through the mysterious darkness of the menacing forest, grasping tightly my withering frozen hand, my petrified newly wed wife clung on for protection. It was thrash dark on a cold foggy night in the mid days of December. We were in search of somewhere to rest our stagger and lost bodies. My wife and I had been walking for miles through this never mop up cursed old forest. Every step we made on the shorten and almost transparent layer of snow had a sudden plunge and we heard the snap, crackle and crumble of the lanky branches, crisp leaves ND woodlouse infested logs.Winter was killing the forest. The trees were hunched over and their dead beat bark was vesiculation under the harsh weight of the freezing bitter quilt which constrained their aching ancient backs. A tunnel had been formed. It was as if they were frail, vile and mar old men with a dozen spindly subdivisions to wrap just about each other for dear life. The barred branches resembled a prison in my eyes. This endless tunnel was hiding us from the crucial light of the fiendish eye, the moon. There were gaps in the endless arch so as to allow the descending snow slowly all on to the path we were destined to walk.Suddenly as If out of nothingness appeared a red eyed wildcat well at the top of the wretched, steep hill we were attempting to scale. The wolf approached us with her steamer breath and her head low to the ground as if she was ready for the pounce. If we had flood she would have reacted with great violence, so we kept our bodies and expressions as dead as a china doll. Her eyes were glowing Like a shoot replenishing itself the eyes of a burning demon. Her coat was as grey as the fog that surrounded s, the beast froze corpse still, silent and motionless.Frantically I dropped the limb and clambered up the rest of the steep hill. Was I dreaming? Supernatural or what Terribly frightened I ran on. How could this have happened? Sprinting down the other aspect of the hill where this terrible happening occurred, I tripped. It was not the Inconvenient restraint of a root or a branch that brought me to fall merely something else, something Invisible and evil. I plummeted, momentarily seeing the bloody detached level of my Innocent wife. Falling ND rolling to where the two hills meet, centre of the stalk vale where the water runs deep and fierce.It was where I was to find the rest of my wifes limbless, beaten-up body drained of blood by an evil split. A terror. I will avenge my poor darling wife Margaritas death. Creative writing, mediaeval 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 blind in that we could As the fog drifted on I noticed that we were no longer in the presence of the vicious wolf.