A Short Story

He heard another sound and this one had sounded a lot more different. It sounded like paws,but these were a lot more heavier than the wolves. He stood there frightened not knowing what to do so he did the only thing he thought was wise. He ran like his life depended on it which it did. The sounds that he can hear were the wolves paws and the paws of another animal that he was to scared to even find out what it was. All of the sudden he was trapped between the two large trees that are close together and he was panting from all the running he had done to get away from the animals. All of the sudden,he had felt

Rainsford had hardly tumbled to the ground when the pack took up the cry again. “Nerve, nerve, nerve!” he panted, as he dashed along. A blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead. Ever nearer drew the hounds. Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap. He reached it. It was the shore of the sea. Across a cove he could see the gloomy gray stone of the château. Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Rainsford threw himself off the tall cliff. The wind rushing past his face and threw his hair, he had a split second on just peace flying down the cliff preparing to hit the water. The water crashed around Rainsford swallowing him whole, as he started to swim to shore he heard a mysterious yet familiar voice.

Running through branches and high standing grass, I sprint as fast as my body will move. Insure about how much energy my body has left, I keep pacing a constant speed to catch up to Lennie. As the forest begins to come to an end, there is a lengthy creek that comes to view. Hesitating, I plunge into the water trying to find my dear friend Lennie. Just as I think there is no hope on finding him I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was just an animal, I turn away not even realizing that the animal was Lennie. Lennie, terror- stricken and drizzling, is standing right in front of me. I try to dash toward him, but since my legs are in the water they don’t seem to move quickly. Not even bothered about how slowly my feet are moving I still leap toward him in excitement. Since we were hugging I didn’t even realize that the neighing and running footsteps of the men’s horse were drawing closer to us.

His actions also reflect his sympathy and regret for the wolf—he closes her eyes with his thumb, a sign of respect for the dead. He puts his hands to her forehead and imagines her alive—accompanied by “starlight” and the “sun’s coming”, dispelling the night / his regret. The language here is descriptive, upbeat even; in contrast to the simple, unelaborate diction of before. The wolf is seen as one of “all nations of the possible world ordained by God.” Her running freely causes “the cries of the coyotes” to clap “shut as if a door had closed upon

He moved quickly and quietly as a fox over the fresh powder from the blizzard, dodging trees and fallen branches protruding from the ground. The air was crisp and the figure could see his breath as he ran through the shrouded forest. His heart was racing, for he feared for his own life as he pursued this large beast. As he ran, the man noticed something, it was an animal that had been slaughtered by the beast. He examined the corpse closely, the stench of decay was very prominent as he got closer. He determined that the monster was close by, so he continued to follow the tracks, this time even more cautiously and considerably slower than before. He came to a clearing where a river was surging forth. This river was very wide and the pace it

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

As he was sitting he heard the hoofbeats of a horse outside. He had just finished reading the last sentence of the article called Humpty Dumpty Mysterious Fall when someone knocked on his door. Brad peeked through the tiny hole in the door to see the wolf standing at his doorstep. Now Brad told me when he first saw the wolf his heart nearly popped right out of his chest. The next thing you know the wolf was gnawing at the door. Brad was so scared that he ran for the back door and started to run to Jeff’s stick house a little whiles

He looked beastly, his fur lank and matted, resting against him like strings of straw. His eyes flashed with cruelty as he bit the pale skin of the boy who laid beneath him. Hansel let out an almighty scream, calling for his sister. Gretel, with the determination to save her brother, threw the now bloodied stick towards the vile animal, piercing it with the sharp edge. The wolf yelped, vulnerability now seeping through his veins. His lupine eyes widened in horror, stifling a deafening howl. His hind legs were frozen into place, so he crouched into a crawl and dragged himself across the cold arctic ground, clawing at the icy snow floor. Once more, a sharp pointed stick lunged at his fur filled chest, a dark shaped object latching onto him, striking his heart. His face fell to the ground, and his body laid there convulsing and twitching. The life in his eyes faded slowly until his iris merged with the whites and rolled upwards, leaving a vacant face and lifeless body on the frosty, solid

While passing between trees, some movements were seen nearby; the land was in snow, so it was easy to notice. I froze and looked around for a moment. There was a possibility that it could just seem to me, yet later I noted a pair of vivid golden eyes staring straight at me from a distance. The creature stood in an assailant posture with smoky black fur and gleams of snow on it. I got scared when realized it was a wild wolf, what was not typical to see in a suburban forest. Going behind a tree trunk, I made an attempt to hide, but how could it help me if the wolf had already aimed at me… I stood moveless though the animal creeped towards me. Not waiting for long, it quickened and began to run; at one moment, feeling both defenseless and doomed got me. Seeing another wolf jumping on the first one and laying it low was shocking. I stayed speechless, as I misunderstood what was going on and watched the wolves’ fight, how one bit and pushed another. Any normal person would have run away already without looking back, but I stayed for no reason. They grinned at each other with evil intent, revealing all their sharp fangs, and snarled loudly, terrifying me. The wolf that defended me for a mysterious cause had dirty, dark-grey fur, yet all blood marks from the bites could be seen on it. All dripped-off blood from both of them got on snow underneath. The scent from it spread all over. It was an eerie sight, which was followed by a loud crack. The defending wolf gnawed through the attacking wolf’s neck killing it; the dead body laid on the ground in a red puddle. The dark gray wolf stood next to it, taking breath very fast. Blood continued to drip from its flesh, and, glancing in my eyes, it walked away. Staying shocked, I looked back at the body and, with no comments, turned in the direction of

I woke with a start, the sun shone red behind my dirty lids—morning had come. I raised my hands above my head in a tendon popping stretch; I longed for more sleep. Despite all signs to stay in bed—my stiff neck, my legs so purposefully decorated with cuts and bruises—I forced myself to stand. A pine cone fell onto me and stuck in my rat nest head, but I didn’t bother taking it out. By this point, my hair had become more ferocious then the forest itself. Faoiltiama came over to nuzzle me; she was the caring mother of the pack, intuitively gentle and always able to sense when there was a disturbance in me. Lately I’d been thinking about home, and where I had come from. I could hardly remember my life before the forest, before I met the wolves.

Behind me, I could hear its claws scrapping against the cold hard concrete. The sound of claws on the sidewalk was like nails on a chalkboard. With one of his paws, that was the size of an adult male grizzly bear; he swiped it at me feet, like a cat playing with a mouse until the cat gives the tiny, innocent, field mouse a heart attack. I lost my balance and staggered a couple of feet, before I felt him place his paws on my back, forcing me to the ground. Now that I was kissing the ground, the wolf gave out a satisfying snort, and gingerly removed its paws from my back, but I could still feel his presences standing over

His claws dug deep into the gelid ground, using them like icepicks to prop himself forward. He dragged himself toward the trees, covered in snow, after which he pulled his face up to get a look at what was in front of him: at least a dozen tree were huddled together, and they Snow blew in his face as he moved forward, the point to where his eyes were too watery to distinguish anything that was in his sight. Because he knew the trees were right there, he mustered enough strength to stand up and lunge himself forward and, to save himself from face planting into the snow, plunged down his hands. His bag slipped forward on the back of his head and held him down. He saw the trees’ trucks, and he crawled his way to them.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

There was that scent again.. overflowing with the sweet bitterness of iron. It wafted into the black wolf's nostrils, sending the canine's senses wild with an explosion of thoughts. An elk? 'Much too sweet.' Cautious, silent steps brought the dark figure through the thick of an overgrown path, rarely used by civilians in the past few years. Each one drew him closer to the fragrance that was beginning to ferment in the amber eye'd wolf's snout; beckoning him forward, luring him from the safety of his cave and surrounding territory - something the lone wolf didn't do for just anything. But the lingering smell was much too intoxicating to ignore.. igniting a fire within the male's paws as they began to rip through the terrain, carrying him forward with a lunge.

Devlin pushed the branches aside and squinted. Smoke lingered above, and as he wiped the sweat from his forehead a figure began to take shape in the distance. The familiar shiver of fear caught him short. Devlin peered at the figure, ripples of fog rising. When the figure came into full view, Devlin smiled. His “pet” a two-hundred and fifty pound black wolf silently sprinted towards him, and without leaving its feet, it lovingly licked Devlin’s neck, smearing blood everywhere. He hopped on the beast's back and Devlin blended in perfectly with its fur then he grabbed onto the wolf's hair and steered them back to battle. He must have been at least a mile from the front after being drawn deep into the woods to fight the enemies unsuccessful flank.