'A Taste Of Death – Original Writing\r'

'This story is about a young male child who lived with his divorced bewilder in an old house. He utilise to lead a ordinary life until one day; the young male child perceive a screech sound. What he did not agnise was that that sound would change his life\r\nit was just about 12:15 am when he heard that creaking sound, a dawdling poignant profound tread. His consistence was quivering as he ran with fright to close down his window. The wind blaring against his remains, as if attempting to push his behind, blew up his sleeve making the hair on his occur elevate as if they had seen a ghost and somberness was no longer effective on his.\r\nUnnerved, he jumped back into his crease, snuggling up as lumbering as possible persistently looking around trying to see if he could conceive anything, or anyone. He began f all(prenominal)ing into a daze, feeling sleepier by the second. As the complete silence conquered the whole house, the besides sound he could hear was the loud tick-tock of his quantify echoing around his room. As time went forward the sound grew stronger, until he heard a footstep, which automatically pulled his back into reality from the hypnotising sound of his clock. The sound was a footstep. His nerve centerbeat intensified as he began to misgiving ascetically, imagining his fate with this thing and what it had in intrigue for his.\r\nHe came to yell, yet forwards he yelled, he pull in that that wasnt the malicious tread that he had been keeping an midpoint out for further another kind of footstep, a lighter, more familiar stride. It was his vexs. Instantaneously, he leapt out of his bed like a lion hiding at a lower place straw and hay adapting to his camouflage about to flack his prey. even when he got to the corridor all he axiom was a small shadow going into the butt and as he went one-step closer, the bathroom\r\n approach slammed shut.\r\nEager to know who it was that had entered his bathroom; he managed to make sense across enough courage to step up to the entrance and knock. What was behind this accession was either his bring or his regrettable doom. Awaiting a reply he knocked again. Suddenly, the door handle began to shake. Some one was going to come out of that bathroom. Petrified, yet too shook up from the intensity, he was motionless. As he felt his heart fall into the pocket of his iniquitygown, the door suddenly opened. Yet a heller wasnt this to fulfil his evil scheme, but an innocent mothers shimmering, bright, angelic face saying: â€Å" be you alright honey?” In her peaceful, comforting, calm rhythm.\r\nâ€Å"Yes Im graceful mum” The boy replied with a sigh as his mother strode away out the bathroom and back to his room. Before he got into his room he said, â€Å"Youd infract get some sleep, you do have enlighten tomorrow you know!” The boy replied with a goggle and decided that he had had enough a stir for one day. As he gazed at his clock, he s aw that he had been up for two hours and that he really did need some sleep for tomorrow. So, he bravely put his fears under his pillow for that night for the nightingale had begun its merry chirping.\r\nâ€Å"Honey, Im going now. Dont be posthumous to condition” were the words that would have normally woken the boy up, but not today and not ever again. For today he define by his mothers cadaver as the tears trickled down his heart-breaking, shining, diamond-like eyes. His eyes began leaking and before he knew it, his iris was afloat a garbled boat chasing reality, twirling from side to side with his confusion. Whilst the tears involute down his cheeks, he replayed the depressing moment when, his mother was killed. He remembered it clearly and what hurt his close was that he could have done nothing against this vile, sickening monstrosity.\r\nHe remembered how his mother was screaming for him to run away and fork over him self. How he didnt listen to his mother. How he declined his mothers final demand. How the example of the monster brought terror to his heart, when it said, â€Å"I cannot be killed”. How he repeatedly stabbed the monster with the kitchen knife with no effect. How the monster crushed his mother in front of his actually eyes. How the monster came to kill and torment his. How, instead of cleansing his he threw the knife right above his notch as he stood there with his eyes closed. How he could almost taste death: a bitter, fidgety flavour stirring in his mouth.\r\nHe remembered it all perfectly. Suddenly a flashback of all the good memories he had with his mother when he was a young boy; how every time he was sad his mother made his smile. How every time he was fright his mother comforted his. How every time he had a problem he could talk to his mother about it and his mother would always find a solution to that problem. How on the first day of school he held his mothers hand tightly because he was shake he wouldnt fit in.\r\n only if what hurt his most was that he remembered his catch who he had also at sea; he remembered in particular when he used to call his mother a Glamazon and he would pick up his father over and over again what a Glamazon meant. Yet he would never tell his. just now now he knew. It meant ‘strong lady. Yet he found that his father wasnt lying. His mother really was strong. But now, now he has lost both his father and mother. And all that night he drowned in his sorrow, indirect request there was something that he could have done to carry through his mother.\r\nUnable to believe the events that happened he felt he could not live without the mother he was to a fault attached to. He couldnt accept that she had gone. All that day, he cried on his mothers chest calling her name until his articulatio disappeared. He still silently called for his mother and ever will. Later that night he made a decision. He was going to reunite with his beloved mother. As he took the same kitchen knife he unendingly stabbed his mothers assassin with he cried:\r\nâ€Å"Oh dagger! Show me no mercy! Rip through my heart and disembarrass my soul to reunite with my mother…”\r\nAnd so, he lay motionless on his mothers yieldingly curvaceous body; blood staining his white night gown. erstwhile again, silence conquered their home with a nightingale chirping mirthfully as mother and son lay in a pool of united blood.\r\n'