L6.+Creative+Writing+of+My+Choice

=__White fear __= ==== His thin wiry lips are chapped and sore. The deathly frost, rips and scrapes at his heart and makes him cough and splutter in the harsh blizzard. As he descends further into the deep woods, twisted gnarled tree branches, like arthritic fingers, block his entry. But he is not trapped. His outside may seem icy, cold, isolated from the rest of the world. Whereas his inside is a raging sea of boiling hot lava. His lips, although chapped and saw, are the deepest crimson. His eyes are dangerous, like daggers stabbing you in the chest. When you look him, a tight ball of fear will gather in your throat, making it seem almost impossible to breathe. The brambles, thorns and all living things amongst them are destroyed, as he lays a finger on the plant, they immediately weep and die. From miles away, everyone knows he has enters the forest, no-one dares shatter the deadly silence. All they can do, is hope for life. Any creature who dares move will feel the anger, piping hot anger of this vile monstrosity. First they'll feel dizzy, their mind will start to whirr and hum. Then the splitting headaches. The pounding, banging, a series of blows one after the next. Like nails being driven into your skull. As you live the last few moments of your life, an icy figure will flash in front of you, it will grip you tighter and tighter..... until darkness takes over. His name is, Death. ====