The creature roars a loud, terrible, grating, ear-splitting roar. The glass on all the windows shatters and falls on top of Kyd’s head. Tears stream down Kyd’s face like a waterfall and his legs go on a permanent vacation when he falls to his knees--the fear and terror now have him in a straitjacket. The creature smiles a sinister and evil smile as it rushes Kyd for the kill, his eyes never leave the creature’s when they go from an ashy, lifeless brown to a deep and radiant silver.
Okay, I guess I need to make some sort of point before this runs too long, and it would have to be this: never lose sight of why you picked up the pen in the first place. Always stay true to pen and craft, no matter what.
The ghost ripped, tore, and yanked itself in the slowest, most gut-wrenching, gruesome way one could imagine. It skin tore like cheese from a pizza, its mouth opened so wide the corners started to tear, its chest split in half and revealed a beating heart doing the same, intestines leaked out and were sucked back in as if by a vacuum and black goo welled up and covered its insides.