Note: The stories held in this "book" are merely one-chapter stories of their own. Short stories if you will. There will be few and they'll have very varying lengths.

Beasts,

Inspired by British Literature class,

09/29/2012, 11:55 p.m.

A small group of creatures slide through the leaves and undergrowth of the foggy woods. They moved silently, their arms pulling them along. They all held strange, metal weapons within their hands. A howl pierced the fog and eerie silence of the night. The monstrosities halted, waiting for another sound. None came. Fear permeated the air, a sick joy bubbling beneath. An owl shrieked in the distance as a bat took flight. The beast's chirping echoed into the night. The beings started forward, only now in a crouch. Time was everything. A strange form loomed into sight, a single golden eye staring out like a crosshair. The creatures could see its form moving with the soft breezes. The force surrounded their target and brought up their weapons. Thunder echoed into the night as wails shoot out from within the tent. The soldiers had hit their target and soon all sound faded. The last whispers echoed into the shadows and disappeared, soon followed by the monstrosities, ever moving to their next target.

Note: I thank those of my readers who are patient with me. I get really distracted sometimes. May ( your) god watch over you and grant you good fortune.