Is it Real?

Is it Real?

A Story by Riska

The darkness was overwhelming.  Crickets chirped through the thick jungle brush.  I heard it not long ago, a sound that struck my nerve of fear, sending my mind into instinct mode.  I instantly left my camp and fire to hide in the darkness, but now I felt as if I made the wrong decision. 

I was helpless at this point and that exact thought was causing me to panic.  My entire body began to tremble as I tried to see around me.  ‘There it is again,’ the sound of branches snapping and being crushed.  The sound was happening more often; panicking I shuffled my body inside of a small bush, nearly whimpering under my breath.  A hundred yards away I witnessed the brush move as the sound echoed closer.  My heart is pounding as I’m telling myself its right in front of me.  It was getting closer and I wanted to scream.  I closed my eyes and tried to hold my breath, as everything around me got silent.  ‘The crickets again,’ I thought to myself as they caught my attention.  Suddenly a low cackling growl sounded as if it was right next to my ear and I jumped up and ran as fast as I could.  The crushing sound was chasing me and it was catching up quickly.  I whimpered as I ran, with tears running down my face; I began to cry aloud in pure fear.  I looked behind me and witness small plants and trees being mowed over, but I couldn’t see what it was.  I yelled in fear again and tired to run faster. 

The brush was getting thicker and thicker.  It seemed as if the plants were trying to hold me down so whatever it was could catch me.  I felt vines twist around my legs and watched the tree branches wrap around my body.  It was so powerful and I was running out of strength.  I screamed for help as I felt them wrap around my neck and face.  I tired to yell again, but became smothered.  Then I woke up, lying at my campfire in the jungle.     

© 2015 Riska


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very common concept, although wonderful imagery and kept me on the edge of my seat. good job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All your writing has a dream like quality to me, and hear you capture the real feeling surrealness of them excellently.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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So what I take out of this is it was all a dream?

This short story was written well. However, I would have liked to have seen more. Maybe add a few more of the narrator's thoughts?

Overall, nicely done!

- Brittney

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Riska

9 Years Ago

Thank you both for you feedback!

And was it just a dream?
613

9 Years Ago

You're welcome!

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