Friday, October 22, 2010
Writing the Next Line Recap
I picked up a couple of sticks and placed them in a leather bag. A light breeze rustled a few dead leaves that pushed the lifeless limbs above me, creating a creaking sound. I could hear Ryan's bellowing laugh, echo through the hills. Nothing like attracting attention.The cabin wasn't far. I knew to stay close. Being in the woods, at night, by yourself, can make you a little anxious. I walked down the path further, quickening my step.
A scratching noise, like a knife to a rock, came from my right. I held my breath. It could be the trees dancing in the breeze. I searched and saw nothing. Adrenaline began to pump through me and my body shook a little.
It's only an animal of some sort. I thought. Finish and get back to the cabin.