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It's not what I was expecting, what was I supposed to expect? It crept through the dark, like it owned the dark. It moved swiftly like a snake, slithering its way through the whistling grass. It didn't care about being seen. It had an evil look in its glinting eyes, a crooked smile. It kept calling something, a language I didn't speak. It scanned the area, back hunched. It stopped in its tracks. It saw me. It roared out a howling, piercing scream. Five others popped out of the grass. What should I do? I ran. The humans ran too.

by Freya King (0)
Sidcot School, Somerset

Competition - Once Upon a Time

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