WereWolf - Creative Essay The boy drew haggared breaths while hopelessly stumbling through the dark and forbidding forest. With a panic stricken face that spoke of desperation, the exhausted boy glanced behind him, to check for any sign of pursuit. He had been running and fleeing that thing for what seemed like hours. Overhead, the moon was bright and full, casting a pale yellowy light over the forest. It could have been nice to gaze …showed first 75 words of 4712 total…

…showed last 75 words of 4712 total…scene before him, stared at what he had just done. He was relieved that he had taken the time to look for the other bullets. He knew that the ones his dad gave him would'nt work. It seemed finally he had conquered and won. But for some strange reason, he flet that something was missing, that something was'nt quite right. As Tommy headed home, the forest was still silent. Still filled with gray, dark shadows.