"The cannibal savaged another chunk clean off. A graphic scene was unfolding before me; an innocent victim drenched in his own bodily fluids, the murderer - an uncanny beast of destruction, dismembering a young child of God. Nothing in my power could have stopped such a cruel terrorizing act of selfish satisfaction. Leaving me even more disheartened was that it was Carl, my son. If the merciless monster butchered some other family for only a few days instead: then I would have seen him bloom into a strapping young man with a possibility of being called grandma by little Carls and Carlies. Just the thought of it brought out my sorrows into streaming tears. The ruthless brute pivoted on its heel in search for me. Its eyes, heavy and dark, dragged over its surroundings hunting down my words."
"Oh my God Sophie fricken' stop!"
"The vile vegan had found me and bore into my soul with distaste. Both eyebrows furrowed in fury as it took awkward steps forward ready for a confrontation. These few moves were unpredictable for I (being a highly cunning and enigmatic person) was cloaked well in the luscious green life of the forest which led me to believe of my discovery to be due to the meaty scent of my scrumptious sausage sarnie."
"Shut it Sophie...Also get that revolting sandwich out of my sight. And one more thing; quit being so catty and insulting."
"'Quit being so catty and insulting' I mimicked her ignorant command. She may have taken away my son but she can't take away my spirit and fire fueled by the unprovoked attack."
"Carl was a carrot. An orange thing that grows out of the ground, not a person Sophie. NOT A FRICKING PERSON!"
"Her discouraging words didn't faze me, they couldn't for I had a son to avenge. With one swift motion my hand clenched into a fist and swung toward the belly of the beast. I screamed 'FOR CARL, MY UNCONDITIONALLY LOVED SON THAT WAS MURDERED BY YOU FOUL CREATURE!'"
"What the actual hell demon child. Stop narrating your life and stop trying to hit me. I know when you're about to because you keep shouting everything inside your head!"
"I huffed in irritation and swung again but this time she caught me and my sarnie. She looked down in horror as her hands dug deep into the Warburtons medium sliced white bread which oozed butter and released the Richmond skinless sausages. The whole thing dropped to the floor as did I in defeat. I lost everything, my son, my hope and my sausage sarnie. And all the silly cow could do was stare at her butter coated hands in loathe then snap; 'Ew Sophie now I got sausage germs.' And thus the Vegan Witch was born."
This was an under 500 word story about a picture of a woods set as homework which I didn't even hand in 'cause I'm such a rebel ; )
I dedicate this to @FlamingHatred03, @ladylizac and
