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Creeping

Trapped. Web strands as thick as rope. I'm glued on. I strain. Sweat dripping, my heart racing. I know what is coming, I struggle, can't move. It starts to move closer, slowly, gently, each disgusting prickly hair-covered leg in turn. I look up, I'm reflected in hundreds of eyes, all looking. I'm screaming, the trap vibrates as I struggle frantically. The beast keeps moving towards me, grinning. Teasing. It stops, enormous jaws slide open, fangs dripping with saliva, ready to pierce my skin. I turn my head away. I can feel it coming. I close my eyes and wait...

by Ellesbeth Fox (11)
Magdalen College School, Brackley


Competition - Spine-Chillers

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