Pitch Black

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


I wrote this for school a while ago. My teacher liked it and I want to see what other writers think of it.

Submitted: December 05, 2017

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Pitch Black

I sit on the wall on my porch.  The hard stone is very chilly.  It feels as if I’m sitting on ice.  I look up.  The sky is much different than in the day.  The clouds are merely light silhouettes on a black void.  The trees are no more than shadows on a dark blue sky.  They tower over the rest of the world, almost seeming taller and more enormous than during the sunny hours, much bigger than the bushes lying on the ground.

I hear a noise in the shrubs.  A rabbit rushes out, tearing through the leaves of a rose bush and sprints across the yard.  Another follows close behind.  They go dashing through the grass.  You can barely see the tops of their heads, but you can clearly see the blades of grass spread out as they go racing through the yard.  I wonder what they’re running from. 

 

I hear another quiet rustling in the shrubs, but nothing jumps out after them.  I turn my head back to the rabbits hopping to the other side of the yard.  Suddenly, the neighbor’s dog pounces from their porch and runs toward them.  The dog gets stopped by the fence around their yard.  The rabbits freeze in the wet grass, sitting still as a tree.  The dog continues to growl at them for a moment.  The rabbits stay frozen in constant fear of what might happen next.  They know that any small motion could lead to their inevitable demise.  The dog stops growling, and goes back to the house.  The rabbits continue to sit there paralyzed.  Only once they are absolutely sure a ravenous hound isn’t about to burst through the fence and spring out at them to gobble them up do they finally start prancing along, probably still in shock that they just survived an encounter with such a humungous and voracious beast.  Of course, in the night, everything seems bigger and much more frightening than it really is.


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