Short Storys

The hunt

 Thuds filled the forest, making animals scatters and making the flora on the ground shake and it rushed by. Soft pants echoed the thuds as something large and swift ran through the forest picking up speed every time it heard a Nosie and then slowing down as it ran out of breath, never stopping always moving. For it couldn't afforded to stop else it would be dead. Dirty skin flashed in the little sunlight that filtered through the trees in the midday as monkeys screeched overhead swinging by and keeping pace with the running figure.

Crashes followed the figure as it ran. The forms of its predators hurried behind it in hope of catching its prey. big lumbering shapes while not quite as fast as its prey were still quick on their feet and catching up to. They left stealth behind long ago in hopes of keeping up with their prey, for it knew they were there, and it was only a matter of time before they caught up.

It had been days since the pursuit had stared and it looked like the prey had finely stared to were down to the joy of its hunters' who cried out every time it slowed down causing it to start to run faster and waste more energy. But for now, it would keep running and it would run for as long as it can. The hunters were more than happy to wait for it to run itself in to the grown and feast upon it. 

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this short story can be used in any setting, i like the vagueness of it implying that it could be anything a person or an animal running form something.

thank you for reading 

-kj