Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Short Paragraph 1 (The Wild Wood)

The street lay before her. The moon was unnaturally bright, the buildings casted long shadows on the street. The streetlight was dimly lit, bare illuminating the path. Home is just two streets away, besides, there's is nobody else on this street other than you. Lisa told herself, but it just sounded like she was trying to convince herself. Suddenly, Lisa froze. Was it simply her imagination, or did she hear a scratch almost like a claw scratching against walls? Wait— were those lights ahead eyes? However, in a blink of an eye, they disappear.

I must stop hallucinating, or it will never end. Lisa told herself firmly. Her skin prickled— she felt like the whole street was watching her every move. Goosebumps appeared. Lisa almost screamed when she saw a shadow on a building— a shadow that was not hers.

"Whoever that is-s," Lisa called, stuttering. "Go away! I'm not scared of you!" Suddenly, those orbs of light reappeared. There were four now. Flickering in the darkness, they seemed to me coming closer and closer. Against the dimly lit street, those eyes seemed to be glowing.

Lisa screamed in terror and tore down the street, away from those eyes. Then she heard the creature call behind her, the cry loud and piercing. She stopped short at the familiar sound, her eyes widening in disbelief at the creature.


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