"I swear to GOD WITH THIS S-" James shouted as he thrust his entire body and punched a tree. No pain at all. "James let out a "battle cry" with tears flooding down his face. James could barely keep his feelings under wraps. It was obvious, he was succumbing to the darkness closing in on him. Mike however was a forest guy, pocket knife and all. He tried to grab it, it took a while during the period of time that James balled his eyes out. He attempted to cut something in his hand. He didn't bleed but that yellow liquid gushed out. He tossed it at James and shouted "Take your yellow barf scarf back!" The gook missed his head and James backed up, Mike wasn't doing much better than James and staying alive. James was experiencing fear and sorrow more than anger and violence. "I am sick of your wet sobbing face! You forced me into this, and now it's my turn to force you out!" Mike shouted. "Force you out of life. You are going to die here." Mike said as he turned and walked away. James was frozen. He couldn't get up. Then he heard it, the wolves. The sound was obvious, he could make out that sound from a mile away. Slowly, one by one the wolves surrounded him, stuck to the ground. The only thing left visible for the wolves was a nice round sphere of food, called his head.
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Fear Avenue : Don't Breath
Short StoryJames is the new kid in his town, but soon he will discover what terrible, terrible things lurk at every corner of every nook, and EVERY cranny of the town. Will he live, die, or just go missing like every other kid? This is the first installment in...
