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GASP! Yay!!! So proud! YAYAYAY *childish jumping up and down* Of course, EVERYONE did a fantastic job! So congrats EVERYBODY!
Your story was amazing Ashlyn, you deserved it. Of course any one of those stories would've deserved it XD
Good job everyone, and even gooder (I know it's not a word) job Ashlyn:)
gooder. New official word in the dictionary of awesome ;)
Ashlyn wrote: "gooder. New official word in the dictionary of awesome ;)"
Well we're at it, make sure to add awesomeness.It deserves a spot:)
Well we're at it, make sure to add awesomeness.It deserves a spot:)
Congrats Ashlyn! Your story was awesome! :D
"Trespasser" by Ashlyn!!!!! Congrats!
Here's the winning story for you all to see:
Trespasser
I shiver, fingers of ice skittering up my spine.
But, it’s not cold out.
In fact, the heat is on the brink of boiling my skin.
It’s the fear. The fear what is cloaking me in cold.
You are probably wondering why my shoulders shake, why my eyes are round enough that their circumference is measurable. Why my knees want to buckle. Why I want to run, but if I do, I’ll die.
Well, I’ll make it blunt--there’s a tiger directly in front of me looking hungry as ever.
What was I thinking, chasing down a monkey like that? Just wandering astray, away from the rest of the group. I’m only an novice zoologist. I’ve never been here before. And now I’m in a tiger‘s territory, thanks to my poor judgement.
My tongue goes dry. A sense of confinement blankets me, suffocating any sensible thoughts that could emerge from the turmoil inside my skull.
The tiger releases a low, ominous growl. My heart goes on hyper drive, and mist grows on the edges of my sight.
One thought ends up coming through. The clear voice of my subconscious says calmly, You’re going to be killed, Alice.
The tiger pads forward gradually. Each step it makes is menacing. Every time its paw touches the ground, it makes a thundering sound.
It advances until it’s about a meter away from me. The warm orange of its fur dazzles in the extreme sunrays piercing everything in their reach. Its eyes are liquid gold. It’s beautiful. I’m going to be murdered by beauty.
Ideas make themselves known for brief seconds in my brain-cyclone. Run? No. That’s suicide. Hold out my hand? No. What would that do? Surrender and drop to the ground, and let myself be torn apart?
Everything suddenly sharpens, details, as if these last moments of life are to be feasted on by the senses. The leaves rustle above me in the wind. The cotton of my pants is soft beneath my fingers. Sweat from my forehead is unpleasant in my mouth. Is this how everyone feels right before they die? Do they savour their last moments of existence like I am now?
The tiger comes even closer. Right now, I’m giving up. I shrink into a ball inside of myself. Now, I just want it over with. This gripping terror is likely worse than the feeling of the sharp teeth that will soon slice through me.
The tiger gives me a sniff. It looks at me for a few seconds. The hunger suddenly fades from its eyes, and a look of deep solitude remains.
It meets my eyes. My heart wants to explode.
Then, it turns around, all anger with my intrusion of its territory gone. I’ll let you off this time, it seems to say as it glances back at me, one last time, before sinking into the cascade of ferns it calls home.
Well, Alice. I guess I was wrong, my subconscious admits.
I’m not sure what to feel. My emotions are ricocheting inside me as I try to comprehend what just happened. I can’t seem to sort it out, so instead I pass out, on the spot, hoping my group will come find my shock-ridden body.