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Post by DreamFighter on Jul 29, 2010 11:32:49 GMT -8
Title: Rustle in the Bushes: #1 in the Mraèsvijetu Series
Background: Another one of those short stoires of mine. I tend to get bored a lot
I know this one's short, but hte others in this short series are longer. 
Work:
Rustle In The Bushes: #1 in the Mraèsvijetu Series
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Jennie stopped on the familiar path. There was a fork in the road. She had seen it a million times, but never dared to go down the other way. Jennie stared down the path in wonder. The trees were like animals, claws sharp as knifes. Bushes huddled over the old path like penguins on a cold winter night.
What would happen of I went down there? Jennie thought, and started down the path. Her conscience was screaming at her to turn back, that this path led to danger. Danger that Jennie had never even imagined. But curiosity won.
Jennie didn't stop. She kept going on down the path, the bushes ripping at her jeans. She didn't stop. An howl came to her from a distance, but not the howl of a dog, or a coyote. It was much, much different. Jennie didn't stop.
By the time she the end of the path, Jennie knew that it was a mistake, she should of listened to herself, because there standing in front Jennie was a monster. Not a dog. Not a coyote. But the beast that Jennie saw was a werewolf. She didn't know it, but it was. And behind the monster that stood before Jennie, was a world of unknown. A world of monsters. The world of Mraèsvijetu.The Dark World. The scariest place of all.
Jennie trembled in fear. The werewolf was a guard. It howled once, then braought up it's arm, and before Jennie knew what happening, she was dead.
Background: Another one of those short stoires of mine. I tend to get bored a lot
I know this one's short, but hte others in this short series are longer. 
Work:
Rustle In The Bushes: #1 in the Mraèsvijetu Series
-----------------------
Jennie stopped on the familiar path. There was a fork in the road. She had seen it a million times, but never dared to go down the other way. Jennie stared down the path in wonder. The trees were like animals, claws sharp as knifes. Bushes huddled over the old path like penguins on a cold winter night.
What would happen of I went down there? Jennie thought, and started down the path. Her conscience was screaming at her to turn back, that this path led to danger. Danger that Jennie had never even imagined. But curiosity won.
Jennie didn't stop. She kept going on down the path, the bushes ripping at her jeans. She didn't stop. An howl came to her from a distance, but not the howl of a dog, or a coyote. It was much, much different. Jennie didn't stop.
By the time she the end of the path, Jennie knew that it was a mistake, she should of listened to herself, because there standing in front Jennie was a monster. Not a dog. Not a coyote. But the beast that Jennie saw was a werewolf. She didn't know it, but it was. And behind the monster that stood before Jennie, was a world of unknown. A world of monsters. The world of Mraèsvijetu.The Dark World. The scariest place of all.
Jennie trembled in fear. The werewolf was a guard. It howled once, then braought up it's arm, and before Jennie knew what happening, she was dead.
