Night Terror
By: Carolyn N. Fuquay


I was Axe the meanest wolf of them all. People said I was half wolf half tiger, but I will never know. I was big and tall, I am jet black with dark black strips and I can stand on my hind feet unlike another kind. I could jump across rivers with no problem. I could beat the biggest and bawdiest animals that you would ever know. And I can break and rock in half with my jaws.

I would walk around the forest and everyone would run and hide. For I was the meanest and bawdiest creature in the whole forest no one was better than me. I never got messed with after I was little some tough wolf tried to mess with me and boy did I show him I sent his butt packing.

No one ever did like me so I decided to move to a place that no one could see me I moved to a place called black forest where no one could ever see me. I was known as the “Night Terror”. Hunters came from all around trying to kill me just for a stupid trophy, but little did they know. I was able to hit and over a dozen men have died so far for intruding on my home. One even had the note called “Black Forest” is his pocket.

Black Forest, black forest, black forest. I as i run through the black forest, I find myself trapped. As I am begin to feel lost. I am getting confused. Everywhere I turn there is no escape, so I run again. I find myself at a dead end, another trap. I turn around and all I see is darkness. As I rome around as I am praying to see daylight or maybe just some answers. My mind is puzzled and don't know what to do. It seems everywhere I turn ends up to be a dead end. I try again and again. I can not find my way out. I am confused am I in a maze, is this a dream, what could this be. I try to pinch myself thinking its just a dream, but i never wake up. I run around in circles all day or as feels. Every path that is not a dead end brings me no where near where i need to be. I try ever so hard, but every turn I make seems to be wrong. I try to learn the paths but it seems as if they are being add on to every second. I never can find the light nor the answer I am looking for. Black forest, black forest, black forest, please let me, let me see the light, let me get out, give me the answer I am looking for. Black forest, black forest, black forest just let me be. I'm crawling on my hands and knees please black forest please!


You may say they are stupid and they are, but ones pride can get in the way. A trophy on the shelf means nothing, but they think it means everything, they think it shows that he has pride, but truly a made who stays away will be alive a still have all of his pride.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.06.2011

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