This is my own skit i created for yahoo answers, currently i am writing my second fantasy novel, this has nothing to do with any of them.
Lightning flashed across the midnight sky, thunder echoed in the distance, This was the calm before the storm, but for Nathan Long, a flight for his life. Stumbling upon a twisted root, Nathan alsmot lost his footing, colliding with a nearby tree, rotten from nature's decay. The howling grew louder, now only a small distance behind him. Torrents of rain began falling to the earth below, blinding Nathan's eyes. He had to keep moving, else he would suffer the same fate as his family. With his heart pounding, Nathan ran down the mud caked road leading out of the forest, his legs raged like a roaring fire, screaming for rest. The wind pushed aside the clouds, revealing a full moon, a mixture of white and grey. No matter how fast he ran, the beasts were getting closer, after exhausting all of his energy, Nathan collapsed into the mud, lying still, his lungs burning and throat dry. Soon images could bee seen darting across the forest road and into the brush, with a speed unimaginable. A loud snarl waked Natan from his state, forcing him up to his trembling legs, staring at him was a pair of red eyes, almost five feet away, a muscular body covered in brown fur matched them. The Werewolf, had at last caught up with him. Nathan stared with frightful eyes and awaited his fate. The large wolf opened it's fur covered snout revealing a set of jagged teeth, sharp enough to rip meat clear from a bone. After letting loose an unearthly roar, the beast arched it's back, preparing for it's kill. A lone gunshot rang from the treeline, followed by a boom of thunder. The large wolf stumbled on it's hind legs and doubled over to the side, a circular wound jetting form it's head. From out of the darkness stepped, Kyle Dark, Monster hunter, is what the people at the vilalge called him, others named him The Protector. "That's not the alst of im!" cried Nathan, with a look of terror. A series of howls stopped the boy from finishing another word, Dark grinned in anticipation, "Let them come," he replied in a calm tone, gripping a flintlock pistol in his left hand, while unsheating a silver sword from it's sheath.
well let me know what you guys think of, rate it or hate it..didnt take me very long to muster.
Lightning flashed across the midnight sky, thunder echoed in the distance, This was the calm before the storm, but for Nathan Long, a flight for his life. Stumbling upon a twisted root, Nathan alsmot lost his footing, colliding with a nearby tree, rotten from nature's decay. The howling grew louder, now only a small distance behind him. Torrents of rain began falling to the earth below, blinding Nathan's eyes. He had to keep moving, else he would suffer the same fate as his family. With his heart pounding, Nathan ran down the mud caked road leading out of the forest, his legs raged like a roaring fire, screaming for rest. The wind pushed aside the clouds, revealing a full moon, a mixture of white and grey. No matter how fast he ran, the beasts were getting closer, after exhausting all of his energy, Nathan collapsed into the mud, lying still, his lungs burning and throat dry. Soon images could bee seen darting across the forest road and into the brush, with a speed unimaginable. A loud snarl waked Natan from his state, forcing him up to his trembling legs, staring at him was a pair of red eyes, almost five feet away, a muscular body covered in brown fur matched them. The Werewolf, had at last caught up with him. Nathan stared with frightful eyes and awaited his fate. The large wolf opened it's fur covered snout revealing a set of jagged teeth, sharp enough to rip meat clear from a bone. After letting loose an unearthly roar, the beast arched it's back, preparing for it's kill. A lone gunshot rang from the treeline, followed by a boom of thunder. The large wolf stumbled on it's hind legs and doubled over to the side, a circular wound jetting form it's head. From out of the darkness stepped, Kyle Dark, Monster hunter, is what the people at the vilalge called him, others named him The Protector. "That's not the alst of im!" cried Nathan, with a look of terror. A series of howls stopped the boy from finishing another word, Dark grinned in anticipation, "Let them come," he replied in a calm tone, gripping a flintlock pistol in his left hand, while unsheating a silver sword from it's sheath.
well let me know what you guys think of, rate it or hate it..didnt take me very long to muster.