Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #predator-prey Clear filter
#nightdweller I'd like to tell you many things; That my monster is imaginary... My monster is between my legs... My monster is a stuffed, child's toy, But you should know the truth.
Deadly paws pad across the pearl white snow. Cold flickering yellow eyes flash between rough trees. Bone white teeth shine in the pale moon light. A blood crudling howl rips through the ebony night.
Deadly talons glinting past,. Silent gliding, but oh, so fast,. The dead of night, small things die,. When the hunt is on, eyesight lies,. The creatures scatter, the hunter dives,.
Long after the bedtime of the bees,. Where thick green moss hangs from trees,. And as the orange moon falls,. In the night, a young vixen calls,. Her belly is empty but her den full,.
I was a human. Only human. Amongst vampires. These vampires. They had a thirst. They wanted that thirst. A taste. To quench that thirst. They wanted me. To feed them. They wanted my blood.
The smouldering fire embers are dancing in the air, the smell of marshmallows struggles to overpower the damp smell of the forest.
Tongue whispering close to your ear,. Calling you softly into my lair,. A cave built in shadows of dark,. Come to me, come take your mark,. A full moon rises in golden glory,.
Dragging you into my lair, Nows the time to say your prayers. Your screams ring like wedding bells, You curse me to all the many hells.
#nightdwellers Your pulse slows beneath my grip, Crimson liquid drops down, drips, Extraction of your thoughts, ...
#nightdwellers. Night, no light. A creature. With a dripping bite. Shadows cover. Me and you. My lover. Inky blue. Turns to black. Emotions lurk. A chance to attack. People pass. Away they go.
#nightdwellers I could feel him hunting me, drifting behind in the devil's darkness. His breath was shallow, excited yet muted. My heels clicked on cobbled ground, I relished the sound.
Snarling and barking, your features twisted Screaming and shouting like you're being fisted. Claws outstretched scraping the floor Fangs on show through a raucous roar.
Why is it that I look into your eyes and I see unquestioning trust. When I decide to trust my gut instinct, I have to look away in disgust.
He was a practical hunter. Living off the earth loner. Far away from the touristy tracks. Deep into the forest he built traps. A local ancient tribe of cannibals. Are his nearest kind of neighbours.
I look for my prey. Chest heaving. Heart pumping. The dark colours of the plants boar me. I need the colour of prey, of food. I need the red of heat. The hairs on my back stand up grey and long.
The night is upon us, Alight by glow of moon, The howling has begun, A battle coming soon. The shadows on the move, Gliding through the night, The beasts on the run, Fur so sleek and white.
Perched upon the precipice Between life and the dark abyss A peregrine looks down on crowds In its element, amongst the clouds Like a speck of ink on paper blotted It's silhouetted target...
White teeth glistening menacingly, Coat of grey armour shining brilliantly. Your teeth reveal a grin, Bloodstained with sin. I see a dorsal fin. I'm starting to make a din.
It was dark. Damp. Cold. Moving off from the wall, he watched as his next victim walked past. Grinning slightly, he began to follow slowly. Stopping to look into a window whenever she turned around.
There was once a terrible monster lived in a pond, deep under the water.
The sun goes down Shadows creep in Let nighttime begin. I smile, the night is so much more amusing. Anything could be unexpected. Like me. I walk in silence becoming one with the darkness.
Poem I wrote in 2009, that was inspired by Betsy Byers' book, 'The Midnight Fox' Out of the darkness came a fox, A black fox, Her fur like midnight, Her eyes like stars.
Moonlight trickles through the trees, dappling the autumnal leaves. Silver speckles on the bark, tiny beacons in the dark. Under the glow of mystic light, a hair raising howl enters the night.
Thundering noise Whining sound Gallops the hooves upon the ground The chase is on But what will it bring On the night before the season spring Run young one run Before the rising of the sun I will...