Short Story

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

As I walked home, it was already getting dark and the temperature was dropping rapidly. I pulled my jacket tight around me.

I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice

The trees blurred together as I whisked past them. I had to keep running, the fear pumping through my veins kept me going for this long. I never was good a geography and judging by where I am, I’m lost. This was bad, how was I supposed to hide if I didn't know where I was hiding.

It was a very snowy day in the historic sight of Washington D.C. With all the buildings and monuments. So many people walking about. It was so much fun being with my friends when suddenly I see a small figure huddled by a trash bin. I said bye to my friends and walked over to this figure. When just then I notice it is a German Shepherd puppy! When I approached it it jumped right into my arms!

I looked down the street to see if anything was coming, nothing. Maybe he’s wandered away and we won’t have to do what I think is going to have to be done.

“Wait,” she said, not looking at me, “wait.” I looked forward, and saw a huge pack of wolves running for me.

The appearance of a grey thrilled wildlife enthusiasts and conservationists. An emblem of hope, a grey wolf wandering into Arizona—a place once densely populated with wolves before the 1900s culling—is a demonstration of how conservation efforts have succeeded in helping

We kept walking. I jumped every time I heard leaves cracking that were not ours. The wind blew harder as we walked. I suddenly wished I had brought a coat.

I was walking around until I spotted him. The old guy was staring at a bunch of old t.v's. Here goes nothing. I sighed and ran towards him.

I start putting my things away and I hear loud steps in the metal bleachers. oh god what could he possibly want.

“How is he doing?” I said, looking down the hall to room N52, to his room.

”Irene? What, what happened?” I ask confused as a drugged dog running to the mountains.

On one sunny afternoon me and my other two brothers Mike and Pike were heading out into the deep woods, to find some fresh fruits for breakfast. We lived in a small little house in the woods by a big mucky swamp and some dead grass. There is never sun by where we live it's always cloudy and bleak. We live with our friend Jack he a wolf. I know, I know what you're all thinking when you read that he’s a wolf, ahh run for your life, no it's not like that. His name is Jack, and he has been our good friend for some time.

It was said to be a natural occurring species of the grey wolf and coyote.