One sunny and bright day, a young boy by the name of John was swimming with 4 of his friends, Jerry, Liam, Todd, and Skip. They were at a swimming hole about 1 mile from their neighborhood that they have swum at for the past 3 years. This swimming hole was very remote and not many people knew about it which was why John didn’t like going there, but he went with them anyway. John was a particularly curious fellow, he had a passionate desire to be adventurous especially in nature. This swimming hole had a huge twenty-foot cliff that the boys loved jumping off. Most of the time this went from a fun cliff jump to a competition to see who could jump the farthest, or who could make the least amount of splash. The boys had known each other since their childhood so the bond these boys had was unbreakable. The boys were surprised when John said, “Hey guys, I think I am gonna jump first!”. The boys were astonished because they knew how much John despised this place. When Paul finally became composed and jumped he flew, his arms flailing, eyes huge, mouth open; he hit the water like a wall of bricks. The boys watched amazed and tediously waiting to see his reaction when he reached the surface. The problem was he never reached the surface. The wait seemed to be everlasting, John’s friends kept thinking he was just pulling a prank and holding his breath but this joke was almost surreal. As they never saw John reach the surface the boys turned to plan b which was that they needed to jump in after him. The boys took their clothes off and jumped in as fast as they could. They couldn’t find John!
The boys couldn’t find John but he managed to venture into a cave on the near side of the swimming hole. John became lost, he walked and walked and walked but yet he couldn’t find a way out. He yelled for his friends, “JERRY!, LIAM!, TODD!, SKIP!” They couldn’t hear him. As he walked more and more he started to realize that he wasn’t going to find his way out. He sat down and began to cry. Suddenly out of nowhere, he hears a noise, it was almost like someone was talking in the distance like someone was arguing. The noise got closer and closer. It got to the point where this noise sounded like it was right next to John. John was scared, so scared, he wanted to ask who was there but he didn’t want someone to hear him. He thought that they might hurt him. Finally, John had enough and asked, “HELLO! Who’s there”. There was a response. It wasn’t what he expected. Nothing he expected at all. It began with a crunch, then another crunch, then another. Finally, there was a squeal, so loud that John screamed. This was a beast it chased John through narrow passages and caves. John couldn’t run anymore, he had to face the beast head-on. So he stopped in the midst of complete darkness. He said come! Come! I am not scared of you! He heard one crunch, two crunches, three crunches. All of a sudden the beast jumped on him and began trying to bite his arm. But out of nowhere Skip runs with his baseball bat and starts hitting the beast, he swung so many time that the beast was dead. John flew up in excitement, he always knew he could count on his friends in the scariest moments.
John was scared, really scared, but sometimes you have to be faithful and trust that something good will come out of it.
This was a creative writing piece that I enjoyed writing. I reach the boundaries of human and inhuman, and creative writing is very fun for me. It may not have been my most stellar writing piece in terms of comfort due to a gruesome ending but I found joy in writing it.
I’ve read this a few times and I have no idea what assignment this is for still, but I enjoyed it. It’s a nice short read and I was really curious about the beast.