The End of the Woods Wooden giants loomed over the camp site, making tall shadows on the grass. The sun disappeared below the motionless horizon. It all grew still and quiet, but one noise still bugged me… breathing.
Though sentences roamed my head, one of them scared me the most, the breathing wasn't mine. Footsteps circled my tent, and then, it stopped. The outline of a person, a man, with a knife. I hid in my sleeping bag, waiting… I heard the tent zip slide down. By Poppy Carpenter
The Woods A soft whistling breeze rustled the autumn leaves, that were sprouting at the top of tall, curved trees, stretched up to the sky. The setting sun cast an eerie glow throughout the forest, sending shivers slowly crawling down my spine. Realizing my mouth was parched, I opened my backpack in search of my drink bottle. Relief washed over me as my hand grasped its smooth plastic surface. But the feeling was replaced by dismay as I found that it was empty. By Megan Sushames
The Woods The forest was ice cold pitch black. I tiptoed outside my tent, my heart thudding. The silence seemed to swallow me. I glanced over my shoulder, hoping no one would follow me. It looked like I was alone, I wiped my clammy palms against my satin skirt and took a deep breath.
Then I saw them glowing from every corner, like tiny points of light, were pairs of red eyes. Evil eyes. And they were staring right at me. Fear snaked down my spine, but I told myself not to run away I had to go on with this. There was no turning back now. by Liahona Osman