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Short story By: tvmotltf134

Show not tell. . . I'm working on that. I wrote this last night, when I was so bored.

Submitted:Aug 9, 2009    Reads: 288    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   

It was a black, cold, eerie night. The moon shone dim, and thick fog covered the streets, as the town of Alexander was enveloped in darkness. The wind howled, like a Wolf's cry.

Everyone was inside their homes terrified.

Terrified of what was going to happen.

They knew what as going to happen the whole time. They knew they were in grave danger.

On the road, which led to a forest, there was a woman. She had long blonde hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and she was average height. She was walking through the streets alone.

She wasn't meant to be on the streets.

She was meant to be indoors.

She was in trouble.

Someone or something was watching her every movement.

The woman kept walking on the road. Her footsteps were slow and even. It was as if she was taking her time walking.

her head hung down as she walked, showing her pale, glowing skin.

Tap. . . Tap . . . Tap. . .

The rythmn of her heels went.

Tap . . . Tap. . . Tap . . .

She kept on walking, not caring to look up.

Tap . . . Tap. . . Tap . . .

Then it sprung out of the shadows. Something huge and ferocious leaped out of nowhere. Loud, piercing, terrifying screams filled the air. They were the sounds for help. But no help would come.

Everyone knew that. Slowly, the sounds faded away. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief

As the cries for help, faded in the distance, everyone breathed out a sigh of relief. Everyone except Isadora Evans.


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