I looked through my drawers today and…
I found a story I had written a long time ago, back in eighth grade. I was surprised I could write this good back then. Though it gets a little bit awkward in the middle, on the whole it’s fine. The story was written behind my social science notebook. Ah yes, the back of notebooks were my most creative spaces. I wish I could still do that.
Tonight when the stars sparkle and the moon stays full and bright, I will take out my dagger and search for a prey.
Tonight when the guards can’t resist their sleep and the wolf stretches out its paws on sheep, I will take my dagger and I will search for my prey.
But when the night set in and the bats came out, a mist spread over the ground. A mist, a fog, covered my sight, so I held up my dagger and then put it down for fear that my prey may see my figure.
I decided not to trigger the ground, so I stood put to the ground.
A howl I heard from a hound nearby. I held tight onto my dagger, there was a predator nearby.
How soon I became a prey!
Cool, isn’t it?
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