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A crack of a twig makes you spin to face your attacker, yet the night is still. You hear creepy laughter in the distance and wave the thought of a stalker out of your mind. There's no need to be scared of anything on a trail in the middle of nowhere. The rattling howl that was closer this time urges you to walk a little faster, at least it was a bright night out. Your mind tells you: "all the better to hunt by" as you break into a light jog back toward your camp, no need to stay out longer than necessary. A bush rustles to your left and you scream out loud, a halfhearted laugh escapes your trembling lips and you reassure yourself that your mind is just playing tricks on you. You take a few steps and begin to hear footsteps behind you, not quite in time with your own. Your look back over your shoulder and stop. The footsteps behind you keep going for three full seconds then stop. You are beginning to get sweaty and are wondering who it could be. You call out "hello!? Is anyone there?" There is no reply, only the sound of shallow breathing, barely audible over your racing heartbeat. You reluctantly start to move again and the footsteps start up again, keeping rhythm with your own. The rattling scream pierces the chilled air once again this time right behind you. You panic and sprint down the path, you trip over a fallen branch and your forehead connects with an old tree stump. As your vision blurs and you try not to black out, you think you see a dark shape creeping closer through the trees. You let out a blood curdling scream for help, but inside you know that there is no civilization for miles. While you scramble backwards, the creature's eyes glow a sickening yellow-orange in the bright moonlight as it encroaches towards you on its massive claws. When you look around frantically for an escape route your gaze falls on a lone spider clinging to a stalk of grass above your head.

The spider was the only one who would ever know what really happened in that clearing on that silent night...



BOO!!! :evillaugh: Mwaaahahaha!
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~Cresscendo Dec 21, 2008
i like the blue ambient, and this photo is awsum but the story is kinda give me the creep somehow :p
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~squiter Jul 23, 2008
the photo is just great! i really like the silhouetted plants with the beautiful blue tone! if you were to just look at the photo and not read the description you totally get one mood or emotion out of the shot. but when you read the description/story that goes with it, the mood takes a drastic and fabulous turn! the entire shot changes and it becomes mysterious and eeire! i love it I freaking love it....


sorry for the belated comment! i get in a hurry sometimes.
love your work
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~PierceHart Jul 23, 2008
thanks, Im really glad that ppl like the story... teehee:giggle:

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~0IZ Jul 23, 2008
Okay, now I've read it... And I'm really stunned. You described the "classic" fear perfectly. I've read some stories of this kind before and what annoyed me most was excess of adjectives. You avioided that which is truly praiseworthy!
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~PierceHart Jul 23, 2008
yay:excited: thanks for you kind comments:D

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~bleedfaith Jul 22, 2008
I had to laugh at myself after reading the story, of course I was thinking, like the person in the story, that there was someone behind them. Then at the end you realize its the classic state of fear when you find out that there actually wasn't anything to be afraid of. Wonderful work my friend. :nod:

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~PierceHart Jul 23, 2008
Yeah, the dude was just scared of his own thoughts, but I left it up to the reader to envision what the beastie actually looked like to him. And the spider is like WTF are you tripping about man!? hehe:D thanks:)

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~bleedfaith Jul 23, 2008
Hah yea totally.. I got to the end and I was like woahh i'm way off.

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~WalkingWithThee Jul 21, 2008
You're a fan of the blue tint, arn't'cha?

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~PierceHart Jul 22, 2008
wellll it is my favorite colour :D

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