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.

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Shipwreck

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…

Monday’s Minute Challenge ~ 24/06/16

Hey y’all! Today I do Monday’s Minute Challenge – on a Friday. SHOCK HORROR! Here ya go…

A girl. A gust of wind.

She stepped inside the dark, musty room. Walls of chipped wood closed in around her. Slowly, her eyes gazed across at the elaborate wood carvings. Age was gracefully fading them away, but beauty remained. Delicate swirls twisted among fierce shapes of battles and explorations. The girl marvelled at the markings, how accurate and beautiful they were. She took an interest in drawing, and enjoyed tickling the outlines of the elegant animals and trees and mountains.

All of a sudden, a creak sounded from a door on the other side of the room, and the girl swiftly slipped out of the room. Her heart beat fast as she raced away.

In panic she turned the wrong way and fell into a second room. There, in the centre behind a polished table, sat the last person she wanted to see: her brother. He sat with a tall woman. A vase of flowers sat patiently on the surface. All three turned to face the girl as she stumbled in. No words were exchanged. A tingle of fear rolled up her back.

Focusing on the flowers, she spotted that they were fake. Artificial tulips. Her eyes darted from the table to the woman to the flowers. A slam echoed behind her and the draft knocked her forward. A sharp pain erupted from her back; she felt a drop of blood trickle down her spine.

The flowers toppled to the floor.

An Unofficial MMC

Howdy readers!

Sorry I haven’t been posting much lately, but to make up for it I’m going to share with you an unofficial Monday’s Minute Challenge that I did! Monday’s Minute Challenge is a short writing challenge in which you must write between 150-300 words around a certain sentence, picture or set of three words. You can find out more/participate in some here! Enjoy 🙂

 

“Rose! A letter for you!” I raced downstairs as fast as I could to the front door, where my father was standing with a letter in his hand. Nodding, he handed it to me and I ran back upstairs into my room, slamming the door behind me. My heart was all aflutter as I looked down at the snowy white envelope in my shaking palm.

I paused and looked at my face in the mirror. There he was, right next to me, smiling with his hand gently resting on my shoulder. I looked round and saw that I was alone in the room. My face turned towards the mirror once more and a glistening tear tumbled down my pale cheek.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly sliced open the envelope and looked in. Heart hammering, I extracted what was inside: a rose petal. A few moments passed as I stared at it, its scent filling my nostrils. All of a sudden I burst into uncontrollable tears; I knew now that he had forgotten me, and that his heart belonged to another.

“It’s all over…” I whispered to myself, as the petal gracefully drifted to the floor.

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.

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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…”

My Dodo Poem

Hello readers!

A few weeks ago I wrote a poem for a writing competition, and I came third out of 170 entries! We had to write a story or poem under 500 words about a dodo. So I thought I’d share my poem with you all today. Enjoy!

The wind whistles softly through the trees,

I hear the buzzing of the bees,

The birds are awake, I hear their song…

But they do not sing for very long.

 

The hunter is here! Quickly, escape!

We all now see his shifting shape.

Swoosh! One dodo drops to the floor,

I feel cold shivers right to my core.

 

I try to run, I try to hide,

An arrow suddenly strikes my side.

I lie upon the leafy ground

But then I hear another sound…

 

A cawing, sweet as honeycomb

Above my low and soft moan

A flash of light, snowy white

She caws again as she takes flight.

 

She swoops low towards the man

Who runs faster than most can.

She flies faster and pushes him down

A choked scream rings all around.

 

Then all was deadly silent…

 

Suddenly I hear a cry,

Drifting towards where I lie

An angel sweeps past my head

I think to myself, am I dead?

 

Darkness gathers, I’m still alone,

By now a storm has fully grown.

But wait! The white dodo is back!

She shines brightly against the black.

 

I wake up! The pain is gone.

Soft grass is what I lie on,

The angel is sitting calm and still

Even in the slight chill.

 

She hums a beautiful, loving tune

And shines as bright as the moon,

My wings seem to lift me high

I’m soaring up, into the sky!

 

She flies beside me, we fly as one

We fly together towards the sun

Our wings are all a burning haze.

We fly into the glowing rays.

 

And the dodo was no more…