the beast

March 30, 2010
My lungs are about to burst, I run even faster.Trying to get away some thing that I have no idea is, all I know is that it humongous, horrifying,and ugly.
The branches rip at me like claws trying to hold me back so the beast can devour me. I stumble on a stone, falling to the ground with a defeated moan. Know the beast is standing over me. Its murderous laugh strangles me, depriving my body of oxygen. I look into the beast's eyes and realize the horrifying truth. The beast is my past, my lies, my guilt.

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vampiresrock said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 10:50 am
It has value...very good!
through_my_eyes said...
Sept. 17, 2010 at 7:50 pm
very interesting, its very short but the meaning and the way you ended it. They make this story very meaningful :D
Davey said...
May 19, 2010 at 5:02 pm
Very descriptive and philosophical. Could easily have been written by one of the more imaginative psychologists.
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