Frankenstein Creative Writing

The outside of the castle with its gargoyles and being surrounded by dead tress made it look like it was owned by Dr. Frankenstein, but the interior looked like something out of an expensive catalogue. The old man bid me farewell, and I started walking away from his castle into an unknown forest overflowing with creatures I couldn't possibly understand. A slight breeze pushed through the forest causing the few remaining leaves that hung to the trees to plummet to the ground. My feet became buried in a grave of orange, red, and yellow leaves as I kept my gaze pinned to the map since I had no idea where I was going. The sounds of animals running through the bushes filled my ears I tried to pretend the sounds were coming from rabbits scurrying …show more content…
My finger let go off the string sending the arrow gliding through the air and into the side of the dragon's chest immediately ending its life. Blood poured past the arrow and painted the dragon's body crimson. Its body resembled an ocean where a shark attack had just taken place. Blood dripped down its scales and onto the cold stone ground that would serve as the dragon's tomb. The dragon's eyes had popped open they were full of death and confusion I tried not to look into its eyes as I walked by the gigantic corpse, but the feeling someone was watching me never passed. As I had thought sitting atop a stone pillar there was a silver dagger with strange writing on its bronze hilt. The writing was nearly impossible for me to describe, but the only language it was even slightly similar to was ancient Hebrew. I grabbed the dagger placed it in my pocket and made my way out of the cave wondering if I would be the last person to journey into this cave. Unlike me anyone else who entered this cave in search of the dagger would end up being very disappointed. The fallen warrior's hollow eye sockets looked at me as if they were attempting to push their jealousy and failure onto someone else believing it would give them another chance at …show more content…
They tied another ope around my legs to make it nearly impossible for me to flee, and then I was carried through the forest and thrown into a tent that sat almost directly beside a stream. I sat there wondering if my first day in the Enchanted Forest would be my last at any minute a bandit could walk into this tent and end my life, but that minute never came. The hours passed by slower than they did at that desk, but eventually nightfall arrived and the bandits passed out after they drank more than a hardcore alcoholic could in an entire week. I crawled out of the tent like a worm and avoided the rusty goblets and glasses which covers the forest floor. The bandits were all laid out on the ground swimming in pools of their own drool hangovers loomed over each of their heads. They rolled to and fro not caring their clothes were getting dirtier than they already