The Winter CannibalA Story by KqrizThe forest in Winter.
It was a cold, wintery day. A blizzard was happening. My stomps through the snow echo throughout the forest. I could barely see, but i made my way through the forest slowly. I saw a light in the distance. I started to run towards the light yet it felt like forever. I could barely even walk through the thick snow. I fell into the cold, pure white, snow. I shivered as i got up and started to run to the light again. A blood curdling scream fills the quietness of the forest. "AAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The person sounded in pain, agony.. torturement.. and there was nothing i could do. I felt helpless and scared. I drop to my knees and cover my ears to block out their bloodcurdling screams. I hear stomping coming closer to me. I look up and see.. it.. the thing that was making those screams. I quickly get up. fear radiating off me as i choose if i should, fight, run or freeze. It walked closer. I stayed still, breathing heavily as i took in its appearance. Its fangs. its claws. Its bumpy skin. Its height. Its deformity of a deer. the holes in its skin. The blood of its enemies on its hands.. I was afraid that I was next. So i ran the other way, crying. It chased after me. it got faster.. and faster.. and faster. I screamed. "NOO! PLEASE! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" I sobbed violently as i tripped on my own feet. It caught up to me in a matter of seconds. It growled. A bloodthirsty growl. It glared at me like a predator hunting its prey. My breath hitched, I wanted to scream, cry, kick, run. But i knew, no matter what i did, it'll always win. It opened its large mouth, many sharp teeth, its acidic saliva, its long sharp tongue sticking out. I screamed in terror and that's when it killed me.. i screamed, it ripped my limbs off one by one, my arms! my legs.. it tore my skin off, it ate my insides like it was its last time ever eating. I sobbed and trying biting it back but it bit my head off. i was bleeding from everywhere. the white snow changing into red.. while i just laid there, dead, the pool of red snow around me.
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Added on September 3, 2024 Last Updated on September 3, 2024 AuthorKqrizToronto ON, North America, CanadaAboutA new writer trying to explore the essence and happiness that people get out from reading stories or writing them. I have always been interested into becoming an Author, whether it be gore, crime my.. more..Writing
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