The air reeked with fear. A flickering
light on the hill
stabbed through the
black shroud. Misty
vapors surrounded
us; felt but not
seen.
Legend has it that a
yellow eyed
monster haunted these
woods.
These woods belong to
him and
death came to those
who trespassed.
The monster would
tear invaders
to shreds.
Our senses were
acute; we stopped
and listened. We
could hear the
creature coming. It
was tearing its
way through the
shrubbery. We could
make out its bright
yellow eyes. We
were all too afraid
to run.
I deep woeful cry
filled the air. The story
stopped. My brother
was telling this tale
to impress his girl.
She was laughing, but
the rest of us had to
change our underwear.
© 2010 Mike
Berger. All rights reserved.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mike Berger, PhD, is bright, articulate, handsome and extremely
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