A Gothic Piece of Creative Writing

In English my teacher loved making us do creative writing, and I’m all for that. But the problem occurred when he wanted us to read it out.
I noticed that in not as good as I’d like to be so I’m going to share my failure to whoever may read this.

The task was to create a gothic character. Give them a name, description, whatever you need to make it authentic.

An uneasy atmospheres swept across room when she pranced in. The chatter in the room abruptly stopped when eyes fell on her. She made herself known and everyone was eating out the palm of her hand. She was dangerous. The kind of woman boys were told to stay away from.
She gladly embraced this trait. It was from this very reason that men and woman stood wide eyed just staring at her, appreciating not her beauty but her perfection. Men wanted her and women wanted to be like her. However, this did not make me trust her. It wasn’t her elaborate crimson lips or shining gold hair that gave me this impression. It was the was she held her absurdly long black dress with such poise such grace. Her soundless steps were inhuman. It was more like a predator tormenting it’s prey.

Everything she did made me feel even more uneasy, like I should run and never look back however something compelled me to stay. It was the sly smile that spread across her face exposing her perfect teeth when even the most morbid conversations were taking place. Which questioned me to why I was still there.

She came closer to me as if she detected the silent scold I gave her. Her grin was even wider now. From this close I could see that she had a strong bone structure, high cheekbones combined with her thin straight nose which not only made her desirable but also beautiful. Her skin was pale but not to an extent which makes her look sickly. Her hair was wavy, and voluminous which only made her look more perfect. She was striking, everything about her, never before in my life have I seen anyone with this resemblance, her utter perfection was scary as it was so inhuman. No flaw, no bad habit.
“Good evening Mr. Cardaugh.”
What came as a shock to me was not the fact that this stranger knew my name but it was her voice. Her voice was sickly sweet almost like honey, it just didn’t fit her description of a dangerous woman. Every animal instinct in me, in my body wanted to love her, lust after her but I knew better than these fools.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Angel Reginald.”
Reginald, her father has full control this small town and if he didn’t have a strange attachment to this lonely place then he could have taken over a lot more. He also wouldn’t be as alone as this small town, he’s been alone as long as anyone can remember. Since his wife died, no one knows when let alone if his wife really died of the plague, but no one dared to question him.
I was snapped out of my trance when she extended her hand out to me, which I took as she came closer.
“Hello, Miss Reginald. It’s a pleasure to meet the daughter of such an esteemed figure in this weeping town.”
“Oh, such a polite man, but there’s no need for these niceties my name is Angel but I am far from it. My parents have a sick sense of humour.” She chuckled under her breath, laughing at a joke that I never quite understood but this particular chuckle had a sinister tone that told me that I never wanted to understand it.
Also where you call this town weeping my father sees potential, the beauty.” I was shocked by this comment. I opened my mouth to oppose her argument but I couldn’t deny that there was something special about this town, however the strange happenings can not be categorised as a positive.

She once again flashed me the same grin which bares her teeth. this showed that she had rehearsed it in the mirror in order to give people this impression of a perfect Reginald.
I was absolutely certain that this would be the last thing I ever saw. As I looked at this grin one last time I was proven correct, as my surroundings disintegrated around me and everything turned black.

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Update

This is long overdue. I guess this is kind of an update considering I haven’t posted in a while (despite my promise). So I am going to write about myself, if you don’t care (I don’t blame you).

To be honest not much has happened however I did receive my a-level grades. (if there are any non Brits reading this a levels are the exams that 16-18 take). I got BBBC, the C was in English Literature which was a major disappointment. I’m also sad because I dropped it today.it was my favourite subject, I would actually look forward to it but my future in writing doesn’t look bright. I’m happy writing here, if anyone actually reads this. As of now I’m that boring bastard that took science and maths based subjects.

Its not all a let down though because at the beginning of the year one of my teachers told me I would be lucky to get a D in her subject and remained a bitch to me but perseverance paid off and I got a B (which isn’t amazing but hey, its not a D). She also congratulated me (probably because I got higher than her favourite student) which I responded by saying that I exceeded her expectations of me. Which actually felt quite good. All I can say is never let anyone label you especially if that label is not good enough. Prove those bastards wrong, because pranks and talk that’s not proving them wrong. In the words of Gerard Way “real revenge is making something of yourself”. Which I intend to do. To be quite honest my difficulty isn’t proving other people, it’s proving it to myself.

What else? I’ve been working (yes an actual job).

Still watching too many YouTube videos.

Currently I’m writing this whilst listening to my chemical romance.

So that was my disgrace of a summer.

Today

So today was a fucking fun day. I got the lowest grade I have ever gotten in English. And guess what it counts for almost quarter of my grade.

Have you ever had a moment even your life when you realise everything your thought was something else. That’s what happened today. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I want to write and write but apparently I can’t even do that right.

Your probably thinking that’s its dumb to get so upset about this but for me it isn’t. This was the moment that I saw that the one thing I thought I could do, I couldn’t.
Everyone has one thing going for them well not me.

What’s annoying is that people say “oh my god I tried so hard”, and they are upset when they get a higher grade and they know they are talking shit- because they didn’t try. My teacher even went around to everyone and explained to them why they did wrong- you know what I got? A fucking paragraph I couldn’t even bring myself to read.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? I’m talking about how crap I am at writing but I’m expressing it through writing. Well, my words are even failing me now.