The Big Bad Wolf
All there, was, was silence, standing in the middle of my lounge, in my tiny little house outside the village of Fairy Tale Land. I was still raging with anger for how those pesky little animals treated me because of who I am. It was not my fault that I have big razor sharp teeth poking out of my mouth; I was a wolf for god sakes. You know big ears, eyes, razor sharp teeth for gobbling up humans. I tried to stick to the vegetarian diet but I'm a meat eating animal. I had only taken a little bite, but that villager just had to scream and alert the whole town. The next thing I know, wanted posters had been placed around the village and I was being chased into the woods by an angry mob desperate for revenge carrying the traditional torches and pitch forks.
I roared, as I smashed a lamp against the wall, I may have terrorized some villagers but I was hungry. Walking into my kitchen, I find myself with empty cupboards, and an empty fridge. There was no vegetables, no meat, there was nothing in this house, and this only fuelled my anger. Realization that I hadn't been into the village for awhile since I had taken up terrorizing neighbouring villagers, I decided a nice little visit might satisfy my growling stomach which currently sounded like a lawn mower. About a mile outside of the nearing village, my senses on high alert as the latest rumour of a woodsman tracking me for the reward had kept me very agitated. I had made a nice little reputation for myself, children were told scary stories of me, and men of all occupation hunted me for the chance of getting the 100 pieces of gold, the King of Fairy Tale Land wanted me dead or alive.
Not yet Finished but wish to know what you think, its for English at school