Essay on The Guardian: A Narrative Fiction

She absorbed her surroundings as she watched the trees rush by. She saw a large buck grazing on a patch of grass and giggled at the tiny chipmunks that seemed to be everywhere. She’d even saw a bear and thought it a little unusual for this time of year, but it was not uncommon. She pumped her legs and extended her stride. Her lungs expanded as they filled with air, her breath quickened as she waited for her second wind.

through deep snow on a sled," he said, finally. "At first it's exhilarating: the speed; the sharp,

The man, had he not died from the demon, was surely dead now. Blood pooled around the man's body, his corpse sprawled in an unnatural position.... unmoving...

The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.

“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,

Now that he had breakfast, and lunch if the milk lasted, Ruby began on the path that lead through the woods. He could hear the larks calling; boasting, he imagined, to each other that they, too, were awake. Besides them it was quite.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

The man cowered in terror before the one that was the source of all of his fear. No, it wasn’t even a human. It was a vengeful demon. A vengeful demon, holding a gun, aimed directly at his head.

“It didn’t seem right to wake you when you’d barely slept,” he answered with a wicked grin.

Twas a dark and stormy night. Little twitches of fear ran up my spine as I realized that there was no one to help me. I peered out the window of my broken down car and looked at the brewing storm ahead. Alone in the middle of nowhere. Alone. What was I going to do? My phone was dead, the roads were empty, and it wouldn't stop raining. Worried about being stranded here all night, I got out of my car to find help, but all I saw was a shadowy figure. I yelled, “Please help me! I am stranded without a way to get home.” I blinked to see it right in front of me, but rather than being a human, it was a creature with a machete. It kinda looked like the Grim Reaper. I ran back into to the car filled with fright. Just as I thought I was safe, I looked to my right

He ignored her seductive innuendo. “What time is it?” Nightburn sat up, yawned and stretched.

I shake my head. The chances of me escaping the demon are thin. At least with another human, I’m on the same playing-field. As I run, trying to find a stair case or a window close to the ground.

My first reaction was to fight, and I sprinted, pain forgotten, over to the creature, my hands already in fists, a fierce look on my pale face.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

My brother is here!” I stepped down the stairs and heard a little mumbling. “Now Will, please take care of your niece. She may be rude, bu-”