Walking into the small dimly lit room, Steven couldn’t take his eyes off what was sitting and waiting for him. It couldn’t really be real, but it was, and it was hungry and Steven knew it. The people pushing him with the butts of their guns tossed him into the room to become the things dinner. He just hoped it wouldn’t hurt to much. Maybe it could eat him in one big bite who knew it was big enough. The door slammed and he herd the padlock clink shut and that would be the last thing he hear other than the his own skin being ripped, and bones being broken. It turned towards him, grinning it looked like, then it staggered over to him with not much grace, and Steven ran, he didn’t just want to be eaten, he wanted to at least put up a little fight. It chased him, and caught him. He looked at where it had grabbed him and well there was nothing there his arm was gone, it didn’t hurt as much as he would have thought. It was strange, then it got him through the middle and ripping and breaking were the last things he heard. The End1
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hehehe sam was strait n n me hairs
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Hey, I really liked this. You put so much in such little lines. Not too long, and it's perfect. I like the imagery that you portray with your words. Great work.
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You are gonna make me have nightmares. Very realistic and VERY creepy. Great imagery though. Keep writing, you go a gift.
Edited on Feb 24, 6:27 p.m. because 'I spelled creepy wrong'. -
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You scared me, um ok I'm in a mood. Anyway, really creepy and cool. Nice piece.
~Achika~
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