Descriptive Writing (Dare)
A Terrifying Night
Long story short, I was terrified, even a long night of partying plus the fact that we were drunk, couldn’t stop the trembling! Now were standing here engulfed in fear wondering what would happen next. The three had gone for a long night of partying in light of Mike recent graduation at the University of North Manchester. We drove for miles just because Mike said that there was a great bar just off South Manchester. The road he made us take was an aged, unmaintained road with an uncountable amount of potholes and unnecessary speed brakes. (It’s not like anyone going to go more 40 mph on that!) After driving for an hour that seemed like forever we finally reached the placed he suggested. It was old, creaky shack in dire need of paint, a few metres off the main road, with a partially lit neon sign that seemed to flicker was if waiting to die. As we approached the entrance, we notice that there was only half a door that was sloppily painted black, in a disastrous attempt to make it look like the other half of the deliberately yanked out.
The closer we got to the entrance the louder and booming the sound of partying was and to our astonishment we the place was flooding with drunken people celebrating whatever they’re happy about. The best part is that the main portion of the club was underground. As we partied on, burning the midnight oil, we began becoming drunk. I don’t know about the two of them, but I certainly noticed, I couldn’t walk in a straight line anymore and I barely knew what I was saying.
We practically did not know anyone there and yet conversations between others, my friends and I seemed to sprout out like we were close acquaintances. From the principal of a school to an alcoholic, the types of people there were a plenty and we had them all!
For a group that have never been to South Manchester, we somehow managed to blend into the crowd like we were meant to be there.
After dancing like a fool on stage, Jake he
Long story short, I was terrified, even a long night of partying plus the fact that we were drunk, couldn’t stop the trembling! Now were standing here engulfed in fear wondering what would happen next. The three had gone for a long night of partying in light of Mike recent graduation at the University of North Manchester. We drove for miles just because Mike said that there was a great bar just off South Manchester. The road he made us take was an aged, unmaintained road with an uncountable amount of potholes and unnecessary speed brakes. (It’s not like anyone going to go more 40 mph on that!) After driving for an hour that seemed like forever we finally reached the placed he suggested. It was old, creaky shack in dire need of paint, a few metres off the main road, with a partially lit neon sign that seemed to flicker was if waiting to die. As we approached the entrance, we notice that there was only half a door that was sloppily painted black, in a disastrous attempt to make it look like the other half of the deliberately yanked out.
The closer we got to the entrance the louder and booming the sound of partying was and to our astonishment we the place was flooding with drunken people celebrating whatever they’re happy about. The best part is that the main portion of the club was underground. As we partied on, burning the midnight oil, we began becoming drunk. I don’t know about the two of them, but I certainly noticed, I couldn’t walk in a straight line anymore and I barely knew what I was saying.
We practically did not know anyone there and yet conversations between others, my friends and I seemed to sprout out like we were close acquaintances. From the principal of a school to an alcoholic, the types of people there were a plenty and we had them all!
For a group that have never been to South Manchester, we somehow managed to blend into the crowd like we were meant to be there.
After dancing like a fool on stage, Jake he