Exposed Creative Writing Sample

It was late but Shelly proudly strut to her car because she felt great about her workout at the local gym. Wiping sweat from her overly tanned forehead, she unlocked her car and climbed in. The first thing she noticed was the alert light on her Galaxy phone because she’d missed five calls from her husband. Nervously, she called him back immediately. Finally, he answers in a whispering voice saying; “Call 911 I hear someone in the house.” And then, dead air followed. Shelly was frantic, she called 911 while she raced home on the dark and barely visible roads that lead to her home. Beating the cops, she pulled into her driveway, got out of the car and cautiously walked up the sidewalk to her house; noting that her front door was open and it was pitch black in the house, she ceased her cautious movement. She the realized the possible and very serious mistake she had made. She had packed her car in an emergence manner to suggest. The headlights were on plus the pesky noises of squeaking tires.
It downed to her that whatever situation that was happening inside was very aware of her. “Should I go in or wait for the cops,” she wondered. Holding that thought, she all of a sudden recognized something weird. Tommy, the noisy dog she got from her granny. Where was he to take pleasure of the silence that engulfed the entire neighborhood? Having had known Tommy for quite a long period of time of noisy scenarios, one thing was very clear to her now; Tommy was either dead or half dead-somewhere between unconsciousness and reality.
Nevertheless, this did not seem to bother her. Probably for reasons well bestowed to her. One problem I know related to this gymnastic thing is that over the period of physical exercises, people tend to build the inner physiological feeling that they are powerful and can do many things with their muscle. No matter how tiny they are. Shelly recollected her courage and advanced toward the door. She pushed the broken handle more ajar and tip toed towards the primary security weapon in the house, the bat. ”hello, is anyone home?” She freaked, pointing the weapon ahead of her but at a mentally calculated angle that wound produce a magic sway to anything that makes a slight movement near her. Suddenly, she heard something in the kitchen. “Who is there, show yourself?” she ordered as she moved towards the source ready to make a swing. At the door, she raised her bat higher, slowed down and all of a sudden, Bhang! Bhang! Bhang! Pitch-black
When she opened her eyes again, the surrounding was still dark. She was not conscious enough to define whether it was still at night or something was over head. But one thing for certain was real. The unimaginable pain that rose from her left shoulder and ran down all way along her back. Whatever happened before she became unconscious was quite mystery. She felt for her hand only to find that they were all tied together at the back of a wooden chair that she sat on. The room was engulfed with stinky smell and the floor, as she felt it with bare feet, was muddy, grassy and slippery. It was out of doubt that it was a barn, probably somewhere in the middle of the woods and far away from home.
“Where is the tape!” roared the figure that seemed to move across her over and over in an unsettledness and malaise manner. “What tape? Who are you people? Where is my husband? I don’t know what you are talking about. Please let me go.” she cried. “Beat it Shelly. We know who you are. Or should I call you agent Shelly”, gnashed the huge smelly guy holding a knife against her neck. “We know you took a video record of the drug dealing at the old abandoned factory downtown and that you intend to use it as evidence against our boss in court. I am sorry but we know how to take care of our businesses, agent”. Doomed, she did not know what to say but just murmuration of fright. “Oh, I almost forgot. Before you die, I have a surprise for you, Agent!” he mocked. He suddenly pulled out the blindfold off hear head and guess who stood there. Her blood froze, her hear beat sank and the whole body paralyzed out of astonishment. Mark, her husband was part of it. “I am sorry Shelly; it’s just business and nothing personal. Trust me; I almost couldn’t believe it when I learnt you were an agent. Now you are going to die, just like your dog.” He raised his gun, pointed to her and all of a sudden; Twaff! Twaff! The police outside fired warning gun shots to the air. “Drop your weapons, put your hands in the air and step outside”. Thanks to the Galaxy phone company for innovating traceable phones.