I'm trying to hone my writing skills lately and decided to practice by just writing once a night or a week or whatever so that i just become more comfortable and the words become better quality through excersize..

This was my first practice piece.

The woods were dark and the mist thick as a slight breeze rustled through the trees. The sky was black and the ground was moist. It had surely rained earlier and could rain again any time.

Dave and Sarah staggered out of the cabin after hours of throwing back uninterrupted beers and shots of tequila. They were both quite drunk but neither seemed to really care. Dave was about six foot tall with shaggy blonde hair and had your basic high school quaterbacks physique under a letter jacket. Sarah fit a likeness to that of the stereotypical head cheerleader but with brown hair and sporting a tight but somewhat conservative maroon long sleeve sweater.

The two teens had both grown up in suburbia but now shuffled into the dark woods far from home. Their intent was to find somewhere romantic to perhaps further their evening to a more intimate level. Still grasping an emptied beer bottle, Dave, realised it and tossed it to the darkness waiting for the break but didn't hear it and shrugged it off. Sarah wore a grin from ear to ear. She had liked Dave for a long time now and figured tonight she would let him seal the deal once and for all. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her before planting a seductive but gentle kiss on him. It surprised Dave but before he could really enjoy it her lips were leaving his and reforming the grin from moments ago. She chuckled and bit down on her bottom lip. "What was that?" Dave asked with a smile and curiousity. She answered "Just a tease." She paused, "but you can have more if you can catch me." She laughed and slowly backed further from him. Dave followed in playful motion as the two played tickle tag farther and farther from the cabin.

Soon, neither Dave nor Sarah knew where they were but both found themselves collapsing to the ground into each others arms on a grassy hill. They both smiled and laughed and stared into each others eyes until the smile left their faces. They both grew quiet for a second before Dave broke the seriousness. "Ya know they call this 'Camp Blood' right?" "No," she said. "Why?" "Well, legend has it that when the place opened up, it was a camp for regular kids, but then charities got involved and parents complained so they started bringing in special needs kids too. Well, sometimes the two groups would meet and play games together or what have you. One year, a real freaky lookin' kid came to camp. The other kids were so mean to him because of how ugly he was and used to tease and poke at him or laugh."

"Thats horrible. Poor little guy." Sarah sighed. "Kids can be so cruel." Dave continued "Yea, but it gets worse. See, i guess they were boating or swimming or something, and somehow that little boy fell under the water and started to drown. The other kids were scared and didn't really know what to do and so they swam to shore. Scared they would get in trouble, none of the kids spoke up." Sarah questioned "Well, what happened?"

"The boy died." Dave pointed across the woods to a large body of water. "There, right in Crystal Lake. They say he just sank right to the bottom. Police tried to find the body but they never did."

Dave paused with a puzzeled look. "I wish I could remember his name.." He started to guess, "Ja, Ja, Jack? No. Jimmy? No. Oh, I know what it was. It was Jason! Jason Voorhees. They say he still roams these woods." Sarah became spooked. "Shut up! No, no. You're lying. Did you make all that up just to scare me? I bet you did. You're mean." "No, no. I'm serious," he contested. "

Sarah played along, "Then maybe we should go back inside. Wouldn't want to get --"

Thats when, from the corner of her eye she saw the gleam of the blade cut through the night, headed straight for her neck. Shlink, her head rolled, severed from her neck down into Davids lap. Blood bathed over Davids lettered jacket and spritzed into the air like that of a thumb over the end of a garden hose.

Dave locked eyes with the head he had formerly wanted to place his lips on in horror and began to raise his head to see a very large goalie mask wearing man with muddy black boots, jeans and a thick jacket. In his hand was the machete that just took Sarah apart as the killer raised it back once more rearing back for the last thing Dave would ever see. Before he could even scream the blade split into the top of his skull like an axe through a watermelon and Daves eyes became further apart before the blade stopped just shy of the base of his neck. Lodged in the top of his spine, the killer now pulled back once again the long blade, but it did not want to pry loose. So, the large man placed a boot over the letter on the blood soaked jacket and pryed the blade loose finally. Jason shealthed the blade and lifted Daves carcass over his right shoulder. Then, he leaned down and threw Sarah's headless body over his left shoulder before picking up her head by the hair with his left hand like that of a grocery bag.

Jason knew the woods well. He carried the kills to his shed like rummage of a shack where the head of his dead mother lay setup like a shrine amongst candles on a table. Jason placed Dave and Sarahs remains in the opposite corner of the shack and bowed down on one knee to the severed head of his mother as her bidding had been done.

Back in town, the deputy approached the sherrif in panic.

Meh, its not edited. I'd like the more detailed sentences to be shorter and therefore easier to follow but i would say its not horrible for a try. more to come