A young farm boy perched on a moss encrusted rock, supervising his sheep. Raindrops soaked his hair and dampened his clothes whilst he rocked back and forth. An eerie sensation tingled up his spine. Hairs on the back of his neck reached out for the warm atmosphere he could feel behind him. The image of a creature came to life in the puddle below him. Hairy arms outstretched in a contorted array; masses of spiky claws arranged to kill. 'Wolf!' he shrieked. The boy sprung to his feet and ran away, leaving the tree staring down at her reflection.
by Abigail McNaught (12)
St Benedict's Catholic College, Colchester
Competition - Grim Tales
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