The Monster I run but i’m always found My feet never delay when hitting the ground The monster follows me day and night Always manages to give me quite a fright I ran and ran for years on end But somehow always ended up in the monsters den Roar it would and strut around Like a rooster it's squawk and sound Once again my feet hit the ground I met the monster again in its den But something changed Something strange Roar it did ever so loud Like a lion with a crown Yet I stood my ground Looking the monster right in the face I began to shout “You may no longer push me around” There was a gleam in the monster's eye It began to cry “Will you ever forgive me I was wrong stay with me till dawn” “How dare you speak to me of forgiveness, when I
It did not croak. It just looked at me. As I looked upon this fallen animal I did not sympathize. I could not relate to to something so weak and so
Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
Sounds of owls and wolves howling. Although, one sound stood out. It almost sounded like singing yet it had an odd sound to it. One of the men stepped on a branch, and then the owner of the sound finally stepped out. This monster was like no other.
It resembled the stomping of something but I knew it was probably just an animal or someone who woke up in the night. All of a sudden, the iron fasteners flung off the door. The Geats jumped out of their sleep and looked toward the noise. The beast was in the door and the smell was awful. It smelled of raw flesh and I could see the slime falling off of the beast.
The snake was advancing so rapidly it could not halt before it smashed into the enclosure. I leapt off the serpent. A sudden fear washed over me, I just stood there, still. A few minutes later when I recovered from that escapade, I tried to find another corridor or passageway.
I had been running with all my might, for over two minutes. Yet the monster, that could be straight from my nightmare. He was right on my tail, he was getting closer and closer, by the minute. Because I was slowing down, due to me getting extremely tired out. He was speeding up, because he saw me, the same way a lion sees a gazelle.
I started up, looked from that door, and saw this someone else standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving as I just now showed you. The voice seemed hoarse with shouting, and it cried, ‘Look out! Look out!’ and then attain, ‘Halloa! Below there!
The monster cried out at the tower. The Fog Horn blew. The monster roared again. The Fog Horn blew. The monster opened its great toothed mouth and the sound that came from it was the sound of the Fog Horn itself.
I said sheepishly. I followed behind him as we crept downstairs. When we reached the kitchen all that remained from the monster was the flatten trap. “I swear there was monster here, it was big and ugly.” I said.
It comes out after it has had time to bring me down. This monster watches me cry and it cries with me. It holds me in its' large hands that are wet with tears and blood. The monster is overwhelming and terrifying and when you look deep into its eyes you can see your own death. It waits till you're weak and sings a song of death.
Then he fell down seventy feet that is what the monster thought but he really grabbed onto the bar under his porch. Then he threw his shoes and backpack down the seventy feet. Then the monster realized that I was not dead and went up my ladder. That time I was ready though and the monster was not when I cot the old wooden ladder down the seventy feet.
He saw me running, and shouted something I couldn’t hear. The hellhound charged me, and I could tell it was the end. It slashed at my arm, leaving three gashed in its wake. I was thrown to the ground, making my head spin. The hellhound stood over me, its jaws gaping.
Every step screamed as I crept down the rickety staircase. My knuckles white as I clenched the grip of the bat, I turned to the back door to find the creature standing in the doorway. It hunched over, it staggered as it tried to stand. Its face showed nothing, the fleshy skin reflected light from its paleness.
I tucked it into my pack and we went on our way. We managed to get back to the forest, but a very unfamiliar part of it. I heard the howl of a blood beast.
“Russ look out!” I called. “AAAAAA” Russ yelled. Then the beast started attacking Russ so, I got a stick a stab the beast then Russ got and another beast came out at look like a giant ant and it attacked the evil beast