Imaginative Writing: The Hobbit

           As soon as we entered Mirkwood, everything became dark and ghastly. The trail was extremely difficult to follow. It included nasty turns and twists. Decaying branches often stuck out onto the path. However, the most most eerie feelings were ominous moans and groans inside the forest. At one time there would be a loud, low moan that shook the forest. Then one moment later, there would be complete silence. A silence so still that you could hear the ants walk from branch to branch. This is the type of place where you would have to expect the unexpected.

            There was utter silence under the forest canopy when we all heard a bat swoop down with its wings flapping against the air. We watched in horror as the bat opened its huge jaws to reveal its long, sharp, blood-sucking fangs. Down it swooped until it pinned its four sharp fangs right into Bombur's fat, pudgy face, and attached itself there. There was a loud, shrill shriek as Bombur dropped to the ground and stiffened his body at the pain. After the bat drained the "living daylights" out of Bombur, it flew away, leaving a gory face with four deep holes behind.

            "No time to bury him," I remarked. "We've got to move on." Move on we did.

It was at the time that the low moan was sounding when we heard a desperate cry.

            "Help! Help!" The owner of the voice was unmistakably Bilbo. The dwarves and I ran towards him. Bilbo was sinking already to the waist in quicksand. "I am getting sucked in! Do you lazy dwarves not know what to do besides stand there?"

            "My utmost apologies,s Mr. Baggins, but I must acknowledge the fact that I do not know what to do. Now don't let your imagination throw you off.  Just hold still, and in twenty seconds the quicksand will be over your head. Your physical world will terminate here. Good luck, Mr. Baggins." I spoke as calmly as this was a regular routine. "Let us leave now, dwarves."

            "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! Don't... lea.......," choked Mr. Baggin's last words behind us. After Bilbo's death, things within the forest worsened. Even the intermittent moans seemed to get louder. Thorin dreaded that whatever monster was making that sound was getting nearer. That turned out quite true. Out of nowhere, in the dark, there was an extremely bright dot levitating in the air. Then, the dot enlarged, its brightness piercing every bit of darkness around it. Somehow it was not a good light, but more of a malicious one.  The moaning too, undoubtly got louder. Now the ring of light was ten feet wide. We could all make out a figure of an enormous, eight feet, and muscular monster. It raised its thick, heavy arms and looked at us with bulging, bloodshot eyes. As he shook his head, thick, brownish-yellow, mucus-like savila splattered everywhere from its stenching, odorous mouth.Then as it raised its powerful arms once again, showing its veined chest, the gorgantic moster boomed a stentorian blare that uprooted most of the forest trees. Suddenly, jet-black viper snakes shot out of the monsters chest and flew into all off the dwarfs’ mouths except mine. The snakes shot down the dwarves' esophagus and devoured their internal organs. Then, at once the viper snakes flew out of the dwarve's eye socket and magically absorbed into the monster's chest again, leaving the dwarves as a lifeless, hollow piece of bone and shriveled skin.

            "Alright, you're not going back without a blast," I exclaimed. Using the magical powers which I stole from Gandalf earlier, I made a huge Portuguese cannon appear. I pulled the cord, and the cannonball hit the monster square in the chest, which knocked it back into that bright hole. After I removed that horrific monster that killed all the dwarves, my journey out of Mirkwood was plain and simple.

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