On a cold foggy night, I was riding towards the castle. There was so much fog that I cannot see a thing only the brown and tough hands of the long trees disappearing into the night sky. As I was riding along the cracked pavements, I start to see light, a yellow light...but there is a black illusionist dot in the middle of the dot..but wait there's 2,4, 8 they come closer , closer , closer and then I knew I was in trouble! These were the blood thirsty wolves who are starving for hours or even years, I felt as if I should really turn around but suddenly the wolves look straight into my eyes and I start to hear loud but soft voices it sounds familiar...it sounds like my carriage driver. I then look back at the yellow eyes of the wolves but they were gone. I shrug it off but I'm still confused on how the wolves ran away!
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KurzgeschichtenEvery week I will try and post a mini story it may not be that good or bad but its worth having a try. Its just little scenario's or even a paragraph. If you have time just give it a try :)
