Footprints | Teen Ink


November 28, 2022
By emmacaffey00 BRONZE, Lonsdale, Minnesota
emmacaffey00 BRONZE, Lonsdale, Minnesota
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I stepped off of the crowded city bus, relieved that I finally had some room to breathe.  The glistening snow under my shoes released a satisfying crunch with every step I took.  It was getting pretty late, the only light being from lampposts and the moon.

 As I started to walk back to my cabin, I was about halfway there when I realized another set of footprints tracked in the snow. This was surprising, as I was the only one who lived around here. Intrigued, I followed them, inspecting them as I walked.  They were inwards, heels turned slightly away from each other, but nonetheless, I continued to follow them.  The prints became dirtier the farther I went on, to a maroonish color that contrasted with the snow.

 It broke me away from my trance and I looked around to see where I was.  An old garage stood before me, calling out for me to go inside, so I hesitantly trudged in below the heavy metal door.  Seconds later, that metal door slammed down behind me with an appalling crash.  I saw a man in a deer skull mask emerge from the shadows, holding a trash bag with blood dripping down onto his shoes. 

“I wasn't expecting visitors tonight… but I could make this quick.” 

His distorted voice sent a jolt down my spine, I hadn't heard anything like it, ever.

 Suddenly, the single string light from the ceiling exploded. The room went pitch black, and I felt a rough hand clenching my neck. My breathing was weak. I slowly ran my fingers up the side and felt warm blood lacing my neck.  The man had cut it, and he wasn’t stopping, either.  The last thing I heard was violent laughter before I felt my body hit the cold,  hard pavement.

The author's comments:

This was an assignment for school where I had to create a small story using only 25 lines on google docs. 

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Bayzoul SILVER said...
on Dec. 12 2022 at 4:26 pm
Bayzoul SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
no matter how big or how small, you can make a huge change in this giant world -paris white-lenard

“Every moment of life is precious and can never happen again.” –

spend as much time every day with your family and loved ones because you never know when that day is your last.
- Paris white-lenard

my story was created the same way. BTW love your story! my account is called THE BLOOD CHASE although there is no blood.