Teddy Bears Picnic
Emma Jardine, 13
Their eyes will be staring
and sensing your fear. Their mouths will be drooling at the scent of your blood. Their paws
will be twitching with every breath you take. They will be waiting. Waiting for you to
venture into the depths of the ever growing, green forest. You can be sure that they won’t
hesitate when you turn to escape the spine chilling canopy that surrounds the land. The
trees will scream “Turn around! It’s not safe!” but you won’t hear them as you step closer
into the darkness. The skies will shout down “Go home! Go home child!” but you won’t
hear them whilst you take what might be your final step. When you finally feel the bitter
air surrounding your body, and you hear the snap, snap, snapping of the twigs, they have
already sniffed you out with their long, pointy noses. They’re running towards you. You’re
running in the opposite direction. They’re knocking the trees that are in their way down.
You’re dodging in and out, in and out. They finally stop with a twinkle in their eyes.
You’ve stopped too.
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