Post by Snack Addict on Apr 2, 2006 17:51:58 GMT -5
A little girl stumbled through the woods, not knowing which way to go. She tripped on a root, falling down. Her make-shift cruch fell a few feet away from her, and she barely held back a cry of pain. 'If I yelled, the wolves would come. I've got to keep quiet.' The girl thought. She was 12, and wearing a brown dress. It was the type of dress girl's back in the old days wore when they worked. She had on brown leather shoes, the type Indian girls wore.
She had a broken leg, and was wandering the woods. She had left her house to look for adventure in the woods, and when she turned to go back home, she had tripped and hit her leg hard on a rock. It was broken, but she had managed to get a stick that could work like a cruch. She was trying to get back home, but she knew she was lost. She knew if any animal, a fox, a wolf, a bear, it didn't matter, knew she was there, sh'ed be easy prey. Maybe a vampire would stumble over her. Or a werewolf. Whatever did find her could do whatever they liked with her, because she was utterly lost.
She sat up, and leaned against the nearest tree. She sighed, and waited for whatever creature would find her first.
She had a broken leg, and was wandering the woods. She had left her house to look for adventure in the woods, and when she turned to go back home, she had tripped and hit her leg hard on a rock. It was broken, but she had managed to get a stick that could work like a cruch. She was trying to get back home, but she knew she was lost. She knew if any animal, a fox, a wolf, a bear, it didn't matter, knew she was there, sh'ed be easy prey. Maybe a vampire would stumble over her. Or a werewolf. Whatever did find her could do whatever they liked with her, because she was utterly lost.
She sat up, and leaned against the nearest tree. She sighed, and waited for whatever creature would find her first.
