The thick autumn air was difficult to breathe, as he surged through the thick brush. He knew his destination was near, but it was difficult to see through the dense fog.
While trudging through the cold water, he lost all feeling in his feet. Soon he was crawling frantically on his hands and knees, trying to stay ahead of the monster behind him.
When the fog cleared, he could see the large wrought iron gate. As the beast gained on him, he used what little strength he had left, and lunged towards the gate, praying it would open. Then suddenly…
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The gate stayed closed and the monster ate him, but it turned out to be nothing more than a dream.
Hey, endless tales beg for random endings.
Lol! 😛
What came next was anything but a dream. When he finally made it to the gate, the
I’d like more please
Oh, you tease!!
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I’d certainly like to know if the gate opened or not.
The gate never opens when you are being chased by a monster. You cannot run away from the monster, you have to turn around and face it if you want to survive!
An astute comment (as usual), Anurag!
Thank you so much Penny.
While that may be true in most tales, this one is much different. When he finally made it to the gate, the
Full of desperation and suspense.
Then it suddenly….stopped! You’ve left us all dangling. Nice one.
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You’ve tried hard with your descriptive writing, and with the construction of your story. Good effort.
Suddenly. . . .Zing and Zang used their zappers to rescue him from the fanged monsters!
That could happen…
…a flame of fire shot out from the pulsating ball and fried the monster.
I like happy endings.😃
if only this was the REAL ending…alas, things didn’t turn out so well for the poor soul. When he got to the gate, the
Eeeeek! :()
he woke… (at least that is how my dreams are)
or the monster woke…