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Illustration by KKC Bauder

Illustration by KKC Bauder

The flashlight shines
Dimly lighting
The notebook hidden
Under the scratchy blanket.

I shift around,
And gently tap the pen
To my tongue
And put it to the pad.

I write.
The pen strokes
Black ink gracefully
Across the paper.

I write to my mother.
Dear mother--writes I.
I miss you.
I am lonely.

The camp
is horrible and
I am hot and

My friends
are asleep
as it is
3:00 A.M.

I am frightened--
I want to rest
In your gentle, loving arms
And wish the terror away.

I love you
More than anything,
And I am reminded of your help,
In this time of need.

I am in a tent.
And I am too scared
To exit.

It is so hot.
And despite fear,
I must get air.

I wish you were here.
To guide me.
And keep me safe.
Farewell--writes I.

I exit the tent.
And stroke the flashlight.
Across the haven sky.
And to a bird, sees to soar.

A rustling hears I.
Nothing but a
Sound of wind.


And I tread the ground.
And trip
To the dirt.

I rise.
My lips torn
And bloody.
And another sound.

A wild howl of
And then a shriek
Of fear.

I gasp for
And run to
My safe tent.

Perhaps warn the scouts
Thinks I.
And help me with the battle
And possibly share the glory.

More rustling
And howling
And screaming
And writhing.

The pain is building.

I arrive at
Camp and shout
For help
But to no response.

The camp is empty.
I panic.
And shall die I?
Pray not.

I scream again.
My throat is sore.
Shall stop I?

Heavy footsteps.
And thuds.
But no voices.
No prevail.

Not human is here
Nor help.
Nor mercy.
But animal.

I catch a glimpse of brown fur.
And white teeth.
Open split
My thigh!

Cry in pain
Do I
And awkwardly

Through the forest
Sprints I
Leaving the roaring
Behind me.

The beast is terrible.
Sharp teeth
May God have mercy!

And resting on
At the ready to

Rest I.
Against a shady oak.
And may I surrender.
And never see the light.

My thigh is bleeding.
I staunch the wound.
But my scent is in

I awake to
Gray morning light.
And the chaos
Long left.

Around the bushes wanders I
For wilderness
And rescue.
But lo!

A shadow.

I cry and
Glance to the left
And straight into
The beastie's eyes.

The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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