A Wandering Mind: A collection of short stories & poems.

Mya's Beast

Frantically Mya searched for an escape. Feeling around in the dark, her hand slid across something razor sharp. The smell of blood hung thick in the air. Mya's hand leaves a trail directly to her. A thundering rawr shook the flimsy walls of the shake Mya hid in. The beast had been stalking her for days. She was sure she lost it at the river, covering her scent by walking waist deep in the water. To her dismay it found her and began hunting. Mya was feeling weak from weeks of travel in the wilderness. She was only supposed to be out there for one night, an attempt to capture the perfect lighting for a photo. Mya had often placed herself in a vulnerable position to get the perfect shot, but this wasn't supposed to be dangerous. Camping in a well established community for vacations, she traveled never leaving the trails. Her only mistake, leaning too far over the railing. Yes she could have photo shopped out the small branch, but being the photo purest she was she opted to chance it. The fall surprisingly was not that bad. A few bruises and scrapes, nothing broken. The edge was sheer, leaving a long hike out of the gorge she landed in. That was where she first felt like she was being watched. After hours of walking the beast showed himself. Mya was scared, a wolf the size a a bear was stalking her. Without noticing it Mya was being maneuvered by the beast. He had pushed her off course and led her deep into the forest. One not on any map.