Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts

Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Werewolf



It was a cold night. The werewolf howled, roaming the woods, searching for revenge on Christopher, the human that tried to get rid of him.

“We’re getting close,” Val whispered. 


“I know.” Christopher’s eyes darted to the forest. 


Sometimes people called Christopher selfless, but most of the time Christopher didn’t agree with them. He knew he wanted credit for killing the werewolf. Then he saw red glowing eyes.

Then the werewolf jumped out of the trees. And the werewolf was face to face once more. Then Val said catch. What was is in Christopher’s hand was a pocket knife.

Then Christopher ran right in to the Werewolf. Then the werewolf
Beat him and Val up. Then there was a loud gun fire. Then the werewolf fell. They soon found out he was shot. The werewolf was no more.

But who was strong enough to shoot the werewolf? The person was Eric.

Then he ran.

The end
Or is it?
Posted by: Feedback

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Red Angel



One night when I was sleeping, I thought I heard a sound.
I thought that something bad might be lurking around.
But then I saw an angel dressed in red,
I knew she was something special, because she was by my bed.
She woke me from my bad dream, she made me feel okay.
I woke up feeling happy, and I had a great day!

Posted by: Pinkgirl