Boy a Wolf
I saw the vicious teeth coming towards me. I was horrified and scared. I ran as fast as I can, hoping that I might just have a chance to escape from it.
My heart started pumping hard as blood started dripping from my face. I got away from it as far as I can go and hid behind one of the trees. I turned around and saw the black, shadowy figure go into the village. I must go back to the village before the villagers become a demon’s feast.
Twenty minutes ago, in the village, I the shepherd boy, was amusing myself lying to everyone so much that the villagers stopped listening to me and started ignoring me. Then suddenly, a wolf appeared from nowhere and started running towards my herd of sheep. I tried to hit it with my staff, but he jumped up against it, pulled it out of my hands and threw it away. I was shocked. The wolf started growing taller and standing like a human. He grew out his arms too. I blew my eyes wide open, and realized it was not one of those typical wolves. This creature was a real, living, vicious, Werewolf.
“I’ll just go for the shortcut to the village”, I said to myself as I ran out of the woods, crossed the bridge, and ran around the hill. “Why Werewolf… why did you come to this village? This whole thing is my fault. This is a punishment to my awful amusement of lying to my elders in the first place. I deserved to be punished for my bad deed. I know God did this because...