A snippety of wolves

Hellooo peoples.

Today I decided to share one of my short little snippeties lying around in my documents because why not? I’m in a snippety mood. Be sure to tell me what you think of it in the comments 🙂

Silently I stepped into the dark wood. I looked around cautiously, then began to make my way further among the trees. Suddenly a rustling emitted from the bush behind me and I frantically spun around. My heart was beating fast now and I could hear my breathing quicken.

There was another rustle and a leaf from the bush drifted gracefully to the ground. Slowly, I extracted an arrow from the quiver on my back and fitted it onto my bow, which I held with trembling fingers.

Terror surged through me as a wolf, double the height of a grown man, pounced from behind the bush. Its face was engulfed in the blackness but I could just make out its sharp, glistening fangs. I knew for sure that this creature could not be defeated. Petrified, I began to race into the heart of the forest, the wolf hot on my trail. I dare not look back for fear I’d be devoured by the beast.

When I reached an opening in the trees, I dived at a tall, many-branched tree and clambered up it. I was relatively high up now so I turned, gripped my bow, and aimed at the wolf. With a swoosh! my arrow flew through the air and struck the wolf’s side. The beast howled, but the arrow merely aggravated him. As quick as lightning, he surged forward and smashed his colossal shoulder into the tree. For one eerie moment the forest was lifeless. The tree swayed dangerously and, in one swift movement, it tumbled to the frosty ground.

Then everything went black.



My heart thumped wildly as I looked down at the eerie, abandoned ship. A glistening tear tumbled down my face, trailing silvery tracks behind it. I stood staring at the decay before me. Everything was still and silent, except for the soft lapping of the waves. A briny smell was carried gracefully upon the gentle wind, which was tenderly brushing against my flushed cheek.

Suddenly it came. I knew it would. Just one flash and I was there once more. Terror surged through me as I heard the smack! of my body hitting the icy water. Darkness. Swallowed up by the roaring waves, I struggled towards the light. As soon as I broke the surface, a faint scream sounded from behind me. I could almost taste the fear. I turned toward the scream and immediately wished I hadn’t, for what I saw left my mouth dry and my heart feeling cold and empty. Bright orange flames licked the sail and side of the boat and I could make out silhouettes attempting to escape the blaze that glowed like a star in the dead of night. Without a second thought I turned my back from the inferno and began frantically swimming away. Now my legs and arms were numb with cold. It felt like hours that I battled the raging ocean until I reached a bit of debris. Clinging tightly to it, I looked back at the shipwreck. It was gone, sunk, forever. All that lay before me was miles of sea.

I snapped back to the present and saw what was left of my despair. Falling to the silky sand, I wept.

Suddenly I woke up. Everything was gone – the boat, the sand, the endless sea… I was alone once more, but the memory of that night would haunt me forever…

Blogiversary COMPETITION / Mini Review

Hey guys!

So you know how for my blogiversary last year I had a Guest Post competition? Well I was thinking I could do a competition this year too! It’s open to anyone and everyone and is completely free to enter. Here is the competition…

You have the choice to write either a poem or short story. The theme (for both) is Betrayal. It, obviously, has to be your own work, and please make sure it’s family friendly. Maximum is 500 words, and don’t forget to add some imagination!

If you would like to enter the competition, please drop a comment below saying “I’M A CRAZY CHICKEN” and email your entry to me at simizat@yahoo.co.uk by my Blogiversary, August 22nd. I will judge the competition and the winner will receive a prize, as well as their entry being posted on my blog. Have fun and good luck!

And now for my mini review! Just to make sure, this review has nothing to do with the competition 😉

The Bunny Slippers ~ Emily from For the Bookish

I came upon The Bunny Slippers one sunny day, from the realm of For the Bookish: a wonderful town of book-related stuff by a fellow book lover by the name of Emily. The Bunny Slippers is a short but sweet story which tells the tale of young Lily, who receives a lovely, soft new pair of bunny slippers for Christmas. The novel is set in the year of 1945, and is a story of Lily’s bunny slippers saving the life of her loving father Henry, who is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. Personally I must say that I found this little tale, though quite moving, extremely delightful and wonderfully written; the words flowed gracefully and every paragraph a pleasing one indeed. I must say that Emily has quite some talent! You may, if you wish, peruse this fine story in the kingdom of Wattpad.

Simi Star rating: ***** (5 stars)

A short break…

Hello readers!

At the moment I am rereading the All the Wrong Questions series by Lemony Snicket, and then I will start on quite a long book that I received as a prize for coming third in my Dodo competition, so I will be taking a short break from blogging while I read my way through those. I am actually quite a slow reader, but I will try to be back as soon as possible! For now I’ll be sharing with you a little story I wrote. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!

I opened the dictionary and all the words woke up from their sleep and yelled at me. Well that wasn’t what I was expecting… All of a sudden I heard the clip-clop of the librarian’s high heels on the slick wooden floor. Quickly, I shut the book and clutched it under my arm. As I began to round the corner of the bookshelf, I tripped and bumped straight into the librarian, landing in a heap on the floor.

“Excuse me young man!” the librarian barked after we had brushed ourselves off. “What on earth makes you think you can make this much noise and run about like a small child in this quiet place?”

“Excuse me ma’am, but you’re making much more noise than I,” I argued. Fearfully, I watched the librarian’s fat face burn red as a tomato and her head shake with anger. I sniggered slightly as I imagined lava pouring out of her ugly brown curls.

“Get OUT!” Immediately I scampered out of the building.


When I arrived home, I sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me and causing my dressing gown to fly off the hook on the back. Ignoring it, I slid into my chair at the desk and opened the book. Immediately a shout erupted from the page and I leapt with fright, even though I was expecting it. Leaning in, I tried to make out what the words were shouting at me, but when they were all shouting at once it was extremely difficult.

“Oh will you shut up!” I silenced them. “Why are you shouting so loudly?” I felt like an idiot talking to actual words.

“You woke us up!”

“Will you turn that light off?”

“I’m having an awful week…”

The words seemed quite stressed. “How are you… alive?” I asked them in a loud voice.

Bite growled, “How are we not alive?”

“Well you are, um, words,” I pointed out.

“So?” answered bell in a rather rude voice that rung in your ears. I didn’t like this page much, so I flipped through until I came to a quieter page.

“Why is everyone in such a bad mood?” I asked busy who simply replied, “Go away, can’t you see I’m busy?!”

Calm said softly, “It is because you have awoken us from our long sleep. No one has even touched this book since about the 19th century.”

“But why? Dictionaries are useful, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Not this one. There are no meanings, just words.” For the first time I stared down the page and noticed that there weren’t any meanings of the words at all.

“What a silly thing to do! Who wrote this?” I demanded.

“It wasn’t their fault, it was someone else. They stole our meanings. Oh, what a dreadful day that was…”

“What happened?”

“Well, it all started like this…”