Here is a short story I wrote. It is actually real. This did happen to me in exactly the way I described it. I hope you enjoy it!
Something BIG, Black, and Fuzzy Comes Stampeding
Our Way
By: Rina Love
Crunch!
Crunch! Crunch! “What was that?!”
I thought to myself as I sat up and turned to examine the thicket to the right
of me. Something big, black, and fuzzy moved through the tightly planted, mini
pine trees. The beast breathed heavily as he made a trail through the trees. I
turned to face my dad, sitting with his back up against the base of the oak
tree on the other side of the path. He turned his head to me and put a finger to
his mouth as you would if you were to say “Shhh!”. I nodded and turned my head
back towards the thicket, tightening my grip on my rifle just in case. The
black beast shoved the trees aside as it marched onward towards the opening
where my dad and I sat. I gasped as it broke through the thicket and came
stampeding towards us...
Wait, let me start at the beginning…
BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP!
“Ugh.”
I said sleepily and smacked my alarm clock to make the obnoxious noise subside.
I rolled out of bed and marched sluggishly to my door and down the stairs to
the kitchen. My dad was awake and packing up hunting gear. He looked up from
his hunting pack and smiled.
“Ready to go bring home a deer?” he
asked excitedly.
“I guess so.” I said rubbing the sleep
from my eyes.
“Hurry up and get ready to go because
there isn't much time till daylight breaks.” he said going back to his packing.
“Dad, it’s 4:00 in the morning! We
have HOURS until daylight breaks!” I said as I continued my way into the
kitchen. The concrete floor on my bare feet was cold and made me wish I had
worn my fuzzy slippers.
“We need to get out there before the
sun hits so we can have a better hunt.” He answered without looking up. I
rolled my eyes while I poured cereal and milk in a bowl for myself. Once done
with the milk, I placed it in the cereal cupboard and the cereal I placed in
the refrigerator. I started to walk away from the kitchen when I realized my
mistake.
“Ugh.” I huffed, spun on my heels and
went back into the kitchen. Proves how
tiered I am. I thought to myself as I swapped the milk and cereal.
At about 4:30, we were outside,
walking up our dark, half mile long drive way. About a quarter of the way up
the drive way, we strayed from the path, known so well, and headed off into the
dark forest.
Me dressed in a warm camo jacket,
thick mud boots, warm camo pants, an orange vest and orange hat, camo fanny
pack carrying a rifle and my dad dressed in the same except for his orange back
pack carrying his rifle, tromped through the forest until we found a four
wheeler trail. We marched along that until we came upon two oak trees directly
across from each other on either side of the path. I sat at one tree’s base and
Dad sat at the other. I took out a banana from my pack and started chewing away.
About 15 minutes went by before we
heard anything.
Crunch!
Crunch! Crunch! “What was that?!” I thought to myself as I sat up and
turned to examine the thicket to the right of me. Something big, black, and
fuzzy moved through the tightly planted, mini pine trees. The beast breathed
heavily as it made a trail through the trees. I turned to face Dad, sitting
with his back up against the base of the oak tree on the other side of the
path. He turned his head to me and put a finger to his mouth as you would if
you were to say “Shhh!”. I nodded and turned my head back towards the thicket,
tightening my grip on my rifle just in case. The black beast shoved the trees
aside as it marched onward towards the opening where my dad and I sat. I gasped
as it broke through the thicket and came stampeding towards us.
A huge cow moose with fear in its eyes
marched uncomfortably towards me. I panicked slightly as it drew nearer and
nearer until it was almost on my legs. It came so close that I knew it hadn't have seen us. If it had, it would have bolted away in the other direction. Dad
made a loud kissing noise with his lips which drew the moose away from me
slightly. It drew the animal away just enough to get it back on the path. I let
out a heavy sigh of relief as it disappeared in the brush on the other side of
the path. I looked back over at my dad who was smiling delightfully. I smiled
back.
When we returned home that afternoon, my
mother asked us about our hunt.
“We didn't see any deer,” my Dad told her. “But we did have a moose come awfully
close to Rina.”
“You did?” Mom asked me.
“Yes! It was a big cow! Something must have
spooked her into the brush.” I answered.
“That sounds awfully exciting!” she said. “I
bet you’re both starving now.”
‘Yes! Definitely!” I said. Dad nodded and we
all made our way through the cluttered basement to the kitchen.
