Hunt

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx:

Amari was just right behind me, and I saw with my own eyes how the beast sunk its claws on his shoulders as he caught him. Amari’s scream of agony only lasted for a second. This freak of nature snapped his neck and tore him apart like a ragdoll. I made a sharp turn in hopes that I could escape from its line of sight, but the forest was unending. The entire woods felt like we were in the hunting ground of this monster. I was already out of breath, but I desperately kept on running. I was already losing hope as my tears began to fall. I didn’t find the others, and I also couldn’t tell if I was being followed. As I frantically looked around while blindly running across the shrubs, I fell on a hole that looked like it was a trap for boars. I got stabbed by a number of sharpened sticks installed on the ground. As I began to bleed, I forced to endure the pain when I heard some rustling from above. I immediately covered my wounds with soil, thinking that it might detect the smell of blood. I tried to remain perfectly still beneath the piles of leaves, and I saw the beast sniffing the ground as if it was tracking me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest as I tried to hold my breath.

© 2022 Mace Styx (Hljóðbók): 9781667060453

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Hljóðbók: 11 juni 2022