The Creature in the Woods
As I am strolling along
Alone in the woods
I hear a noise
Like a mouse tiptoeing along
I feel strange
Someone's here
Watching me
Awaiting an attack
I hear "Jaws" in my head
For someone is near
A rustle in the bushes
Whip! goes the wind past my bare arms
I shiver
For it is not the cold as the cause of my discontent
It is the feeling of forever being watched
I spot something flash past me
Followed by the stench of rotting flesh
As it slowed
I caught a glimpse of its face
The creature's face was death
It was covered in grotesque fur
Maggots and lice blanketed every square inch
I bit my lip to keep from screaming
For that would give away my location
I tasted the salty blood in my mouth
He moved stealthily
Like a cheetah stalking its prey
Blood trickled down the corner of its razor sharp fangs
I gasped in horror
The animal whirled around to face me
Its eyes were Hell
They burned with flames of fury
It bounded over in my direction
I was an unmoving statue
It couldn't see me yet
But even the slightest breath would be sudden death
I slowly backed away
And stepped on a twig
Crack! It went under my feet
The animal ran over to me
And rolled over like a dog!
Its eyes, now soft and bright, pleaded with me
I cautiously took a step closer to the animal
Got on my knees
And pet him
That was two years ago
Now the animal, whom I call Sparta, and I, are companions
Best friends, like a dog and its master
That shows something that everyone should know
Not all monsters are evil
See how much better my writing is from in 7th grade? Read "Snorterella" and you'll know what I mean. R&R!