Descriptive writing – Gallhood

Descriptive writing – Gallhood

There was a sudden crack of thunder being born as the sky came alive. Amongst the trees stood a man of a different bringing.  A being of human form however supernatural size.  As he came closer, the sky would lighten up the scene glistening his face of scars and sliced skin. The creature appeared to be of the color green with boisterous patches of hair clung onto his head of what seemed to have been stitched on to him. His face consisted of differing colored demonic eyes and pale lips; as if it has gone through death; as if it belonged to someone that is dead. It is a being made up of pure muscle. An atrocious fiend.

His head seems to have been screwed onto his body with monstrous bolts binding it together. His throat functioned as its sheath housing the industrial machinery. A metallic taste submerged my parched tung with my savoury blood engulfing his. His bloodthirsty lips and lack of coordination illustrated his clear hunger. Craving on the scent of fresh meat and me as its closest prey. His blood piercing eyes glanced towards my directions petrifying the hallowed soul that was within me.

This being stood three meters tall and a meter-wide mirroring the ancient tree he was once resting on. His feet were of a giant. Massive in size however still able to leave civilization wonder how it could support a creature of that size. He lifted his leg that was so steadily sinking into the stiff ground, that was so evidently unable to support such a massive creation causing an engravement to be left behind. A print was formed. One that seemed all that familiar. A print with a length of twenty-four inches and width of eight. A monstrous footprint. One that we have heard many stories about. A creature that we have given the name Bigfoot.  

Its movements and sounds whereof the dead. With a hand straight out and a limb being dragged by the other. His torn-up cloths created a scraping sound, soothing the deafening silence spread across the murky island as it was being dragged across the grimy ground. A gruel of which sounded all too familiar alarmed as I glanced towards its direction. Its behaviors whereof a zombie as it longed for brains slurping on its blood thirsting drool. Its scent whereof a festering corpse and a hint of spoiled eggs. It had a strong feces odor. An overall appearance no less than terrifying and strength no less than fatal.

This creation of man that we once believed of as many differing myths stood in vain. Deceptive towards both eyes and mind.  The vary character that awakened us in our sleeps as it startled the purest of our dreams. The vary character that terrorized our nights as we called for the comfort of our parents is touch. The monster of our creation. A monster we have given many names.  A monster I have appointed the name Gallhood