Grendel Creative Writing
It’s a cool evening March, I know so because the hairs on my arms can’t stop talking to me, and even though the sky is not really visible through the luscious grown forest trees I can still make out the eerie glow of the moon envelope the dark path that lays ahead. Suddenly I hear the crunch of footsteps; they were barely audible not much louder than a fading whisper noticeable among the forest seemingly holding its breath. I haven’t had much luck looking for the one they called Grendel and so I was tempted to sprint in the direction of the footsteps. The thought that it could have been my mind wanting to hear something that wasn’t there crept unto me as I decided to just slightly pick up my pace instead. As I kept going the only sound I heard …show more content…
It wasn’t very clear but no doubt his skin didn’t seem fleshly rather dry and cracked like Solid sand. How this behemoth could make almost no noise is even stranger. I stayed hidden behind a tree among thousands, devouring his every move. Just as he swiped his hand in the air revealing a house made of wood that wasn’t there before Although I should have known something was up every part of this forest was covered in trees and that spot was clear of them. I crept closer and closer until he was no more than 10 feet away in my previous encounters with many creatures at this distance I could usually smell them but this one didn’t seem to have any detectable smell, though no doubt this was my target the townspeople had spoken about. Unwilling to wait any longer with a cold hand I threw a dagger and watched it soar through the tree line and enter the clear space, cutting the wind as it went until “Swish” penetrating the skull from behind. Not my brightest moment as he turned around fuming scanning the tree line just as I took cover behind my tree. if I die I die I said as I bolted from behind the tree, and sprinted towards him covering ground very fast until I got within distance then I jumped a good 10 feet high, sword blade pointing down as gravity brought me down straight on his
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