The Wild OnesA Story by {K}Here they come...The Wild Ones come, their claws curled towards the sky, as if trying to grasp the full fall moon. Their teeth glinted, as did their eyes. Their eyes showed their hungriness.
Howls, roars, screams, growls, the snapping of malicious jaws. The forests skeletal trees loom before them, like hands, also trying to grip the moon. The leader shrieks, a sound almost like white noise. The other Wild Ones scream back, a chorus of terror. The night has begun.
© 2010 {K}Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 30, 2010 Author{K}Wonderland, WIAbouti am twelve. i am a time where day and night co-exist. i am loud. i am ADHD. i am a photographer. i am a friend. i am a flame, bright and confident. i am a paris-lover. i am a fashionista. .. more..Writing
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