Tracy Boyes

jude iscoolerthanyou

Sam Becker

English

It's midnight in the forest.
Darkness surrounds me.
I hear twigs snapping, leaves rustling. Something is following me.
Panic swells as I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what?
My foot snags on a tree root and I crash to the ground. Blood and dirt fill my mouth.

now tainted crimson, the forest floor stared at me with expectant eyes. seeing little haste, despite my pounding heart, i rose back to my feel. i jumped as a howl erupts nearby, and i snap my head back in alarm as fear coats my gaze. i run, suddenly stopped by

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