WOW Writer: Chloe

What was your inspiration for this piece? 
I took my own fears and put them in my writing.  I find it easier to write if I use my own experiences.

What authors inspire you in your writing?
Joan Hess inspires me in my writing.  She knows how to keep her audience hooked.

What was the last book you read.
The last book I read was Simple Genious.

If you were writing a book about your life, what would the title be?
I don't know, but it would definitely include music.

Obviously you are an excellent writer.  What other hobbies do you have?
My hobbies are dance, piano, french horn, softball, youth group, and reading.

Beware the Darkness

by Chloe

                Adelaide strolled along in the chilled fall air, returning from doing homework with Jewel, her best friend. “What’s the point of Algebra,” she pondered, muttering to herself. “It’s not like I’m ever going to use it.” Her backpack clung to her back as if it was attempting to tip her over; her Algebra book felt like a brick of lead.

                Suddenly, she heard a barely audible, “click,” behind her. She whipped around, startle, only to notice that it was merely a street lamp that had switched off. Relieved, she pivoted back around and tucked her short, chestnut hair back behind her ear. Noticing that her thick, ebony, rectangular glasses were out of place, she nudged them back up the bridge of her nose with her index finger.

                Adelaide proceeded, nearing home. “Click,” the noise sounded again; “Click, Click, Click.” She whirled around once more to find a total of five street lamps darkened. Her hear began pounding in her chest; she could hear it thudding in her ears. The lamps never went out. They had special generators and lines connecting them to keep the darkness at bay. No one knew what the darkness was, except that it was deadly. There was always light, for if the world went completely dark, the blackness would consume the Earth and the human race would be finished.

                Another lamp clicked off, the darkness heading towards her. The clicks were coming faster now, as if impatient to enclose her in darkness. She began sprinting for home, tears of fear starting to stream down her cheeks; she silently prayed that she could outrun whatever force was chasing her.

                Instantaneously, she felt it; pain and trauma in her mind, yet numbness in her body. Adelaide was paralyzed, frozen in the inky blackness like a bubble in an ice cube. She wanted to cry out, to scream in terror and anguish, but no words escaped her lips. The darkness seemed to compress her, the pressure ever building. It choked the air from her lungs; she could feel herself slowly being pressed to death. There was no escape from this murderous being.

                Adelaide awoke in a cold sweat, her heart pounding. “Where am I,” she questioned. Her eyes adjusted to her dimly lit room and she came to her senses. She was home, lying in her bed, cocooned in her ivory spotted sheets. It had all been a dream, she realized, hugging her pillow tightly. Thank goodness it had all been a dream.