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I really like the character in 'The Chase' and my head is buzzing with ideas of where his story will go so I hope you will join me :) ________ I curl up against the pebble dashed wall and sob.
The tiger prowled the midnight forest His glittering eyes watched the girl, As she took a rose from the Florist, In exchange for a ebony pearl.
A man left his home at the crack of dawn, As did the doe and her new born fawn. Both for the same reason, To nurture their young, Is it a treason. If they don't see it as fun.
I run despite my pain wrecked body because the alternative is unbearable. I haven't survived this long to surrender now. Maybe it's only pride that keeps me alive.
Run to me Till your ankles are swollen, heels are bruised, Till your knees give way, and legs are through, Remain whilst your eyes are dried, and cannot bare to blink, Remain whilst you hurt, though...
Rare cat. Snow leopard. Coloured black. Eyes of green. And aqua blue. Waits to be unseen. White spots. Black sleek fur. Covered in dots. Hunt me a while. Prowler. Taste me with a smile.
Dying in every breath, sexual in every sound. Ripples in her milk bath, as clandestine dreams pound. Her eyes in a tactful dance, her truths fed to the leopard chance, hungry cat in awesome advance.
Lurking in the forest are bright eyes, two ears and a tail. The leader of the pack the proud and dominant alpha male.
On a snowy mountain-top bare, something lingered in a darkened lair. A face as white as the snow, and a deep double fur-coat treasured by King Crow.
I must admit its just how I imagined it to be, The fox has left the den and now is sitting here with me, Sly and smiling, so polite but eyeing up my neck, I wonder if this clever fox means to bite...
Flo gave up trying. Felix bent down beside her shaking his head. "Honestly Flo, I think you need a big boy to help you." they both giggled.
Instinct: Chapter 3 (Part 3) Leo I shook my head and stuffed it into the pocket of my joggers. I wanted to speak to Kate first. It didnt matter what she was, I still loved her.
Teeny tiny fly, stuck in my spiders web.
There was comfort in the herd, strength in numbers, some would say. We have no need for numbers, for as one we hunt our prey. Across the wide savannah, the herd sweltered in the heat.
My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
This is an incredibly short story I wrote for my A-Level Literature course and like the majority of my poetry it has resurfaced lately...
Ivory teeth and golden eyes glistened in the twilight glow of the night. His ginger pelt blended with the trees, and his large paws cushion the loudest of the noise.
The hazy fog of dreaming gradually lifted from Sam as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his limbs.
Prey listen to me Sir, for I need a place to rest. My clothes are sodden from the storm, and I feel a cold upon my chest. I saw the light from yonder field and made my way with haste.
Chapter 1 The girl was cute and innocent looking. She walked about with a happy smile on her face, a genuinely nice person just going through life without bothering anyone.
"I didn't do it!" A young woman resembling a majestical wolf howled at the court judge. He looked at her, the disbelief shown in his eyes. "Miss W.
Hansel eats like a good little boy, shoving fist fulls into his mouth every second. I smile, obviously delighted and make him some more food.
Hansel steps into my house willingly, but Gretel is cautious. She lingers by the door unsure of what may come if she takes that small step.
I see her, wondering around my yard,and I see him too. The moment I see them I know I want to eat them.