You can't let that thing get you! You begin to run away from it, and it follows you. You feel the moist touch at the back of your legs and you look back to see that it's right behind you. You turn back and trip over a rock and fall down a grassy hill. You straighten your body out and stop right before your head hits a stone wall, stopping you from getting a major head injury. You smile and look back up the hill to see the fog retreating and you smile and stand up and laugh, turn and smack your head on a branch and you fall unconscious.
* * * * * * *
You wake up in the cold dewy grass with a killer head ache. You stand up and give a fist to the branch and begin to walk home, you check your watch and you see that it's 6:30. 'Oh no, Mom and Dad are going to kill me!' you think and rush home.
Sure enough Mom and Dad are home and what happens when you walk in?
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.26 seconds at 5:30pm on Dec 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author