The Beast

Short and to the point.

 

Out of the darkness the beast attacks; powerful, large, and hungry for my blood. Hungry for my soul. I run in vain and cry to the heavens, there is no answer. Hot breath beats down upon me. Tripping over unseen debris, it has me. I awake screaming at the nothing but my own darkened bedroom.

Author's Note

I've been suffering through writer's block. This contest submission may have broken the dam. Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the 55 contest!

Sal

[Tovli]

well done. graphic and bold. a blast of a story at 55! tovli

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I can see you do like horror. I like your poem.
Sal

[Kevin Vorshak]

Cool. Nicely written.