Its breath was husky and heavy, its insidiously sharp crimson eyes were settled on my beloved family. It had thick scarlet blood trickling from its sickening mouth; its lips weren't snarling, they were stretched across its malicious pale face. It had golden fur in a bird's nest on its head - it had meat, blood, twigs and other revolting things in it. It only had ragged blue bloodstained garbage on its frail, petite form. I had never smelt anything so malevolent in my long beastly bear life. However, I stood paralysed in fear by its turpitude. It laughed, 'I'm Goldilocks!'
by Rose Perry (12)
Sydenham School, London
Competition - Grim Tales
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