The dark, gloomy forest is even more eerie now that the sun is setting. I have no idea where I am, and the horrible thing called fear is setting in on me. I hear the low howl of a wolf, and then several more join in. I turn around several times trying to get my sense of direction. I turn towards the way I think I came from and start walking.
I begin running through this dark, eerie forest wanting nothing more than to escape. All of a sudden I'm falling through chilly air. I plummet into the frigid depths of some form of water. I kick struggling against the frigid, clutching grip of what I now realize is a river. I break the surface coming back into the chilly air and take a sharp breath.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short stories I think of and can't expand upon to make a huge awesome book. (Very old book)
