Random Clips of Stories

Part 8

So I took a writing class at my school and we had to write a short story. It is kind of weird because there were guidelines I had to follow and stuff like that. 

A loud bang rang through the woods. I shot up from my sitting position only to see nothing around me. I stood and started towards the origin of the sound. As a stepped through the tree line surrounding the clearing, it sounded again. I knew that sound. It was a gunshot. I thought for a second, what could someone possibly be shooting. It wasn't hunting season. It was the only time hunters took a break from killing animals.

I took another step in the direction of the gunshot, I was close, based on how loud the sound was. I made sure not to step on any leaves or branches, so I didn't alert the person of my presence. As I got closer, I could hear talking. I was just able to hear their murmurs, but I wasn't able to make out what they were saying. I stepped again, but this time I was so consumed in trying to listen to the people I stepped on a branch, a snapshot through the silent forest.

Frozen with fear, I saw the people turn towards me. I could now see their faces. I sucked in a breath; my father was standing there with a gun in hand. A man I have never seen was standing next to him.

"Did you hear that? It sounded like someone is close," the man said.

"It is probably some animal," my father replied.

"The shots scared away all of the animals nearby. The only thing that would not be scared of it is a person, and people are nosey."

"Then we better hurry up and clean this up. We can't have anyone seeing this and reporting us to the police." What could they have possibly done to have to hide from the police? From what I know about my father is he has never broken the law before.

They started to walk towards something lying on the ground, it was a big mass of pitch black fur. It had my curiosity shooting through the roof, the man kicked the thing with his leather-clad shoe, it rolled slightly, just enough to see the rest of its body. The creature lying on the ground was a wolf.

The wolf was larger than a wolf should be, it was an almost impossible size. If it were to stand on all fours, it would be just below my father's shoulder. The black fur was also weird. It was so dark, it was almost purple. There was something different about this wolf.

I kept watching them. The man picked the wolf up and slung it across his shoulders. They started walking through the trees. I followed, staying out of earshot but close enough to see them. It was hard not to lose them because they were going deeper into the forest, and so it became thicker.

After what seemed like forever they came to a stop in front of a cabin. It was an old log cabin that looked as if it had been there for years. It was small. It would have just barely had two or three rooms to it. My father took out a set of keys and opened the front door, he walked in and set down the gun and a few other things he was carrying. He came back out of the cabin and walked behind it. The man with the wolf still hanging around his shoulders followed closely behind.

Behind the cabin was a cellar. My father again took out the keys from his pocket and opened the door. The man walked down the steps. My father stayed above. He was looking around as if to make sure no one was around. The man came back up from the cellar. He nodded to my father. They locked the metal doors again and went back into the cabin.

This time I didn't follow them. I was too curious. I wanted to get a good look at the wolf, that is now held in the cellar of the cabin. I stalked carefully towards the doors. I pulled slightly at the handle only to feel it stop from opening. That just confirmed they did lock the doors.