Friday, September 19, 2014

Mega and the little boy

Megan was going out to collect firewood because the lamp she had was dying soon and she needed something to keep her warm for the long night of head of her. The light is dying fast and she needs to get the wood now. As she walks, she hears howls and foot steps behind her. She hears screams and cries from behind. She runs, her heart is pumping through her chest. She gets back to the stop of where she left her brother, he wasn't there anymore. There, on the scene there was a sign of a struggle. There were foot prints in the opposite way we came and there were hand prints. His lamp was on the ground and tears ran from his eyes.

2 comments:

  1. I liked the story it was intense, make sure you double check the title.

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  2. Lamps don't use wood to keep a flame going hahah, good job though.

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