Cross Breeds

REALLY easy 10 points?

I am but a wolf, traveling through the Alaskan wilderness to evade capture. Footsteps echo in my ears haunting me as I run. Cold slabs of ice dig into my skin and flesh creating a sensation too terrible to describe. I have lost many things, but my nose remains my ever loyal servant, delivering to me the whereabouts of my predators and prey. Today, it tells me that the humans are far behind me and that a fat caribou is just ahead of me. My stomach grumbled with yearning. I had not eaten in days and days to come if I don’t make my move. I will have to kill the caribou. I sprinted across the open field of ice sending sparks of sleet flying behind me. As I reached my prey, I noticed that it was not alone. The Caribou was not alone. She had a calf. A small smile curved around the corner of my lips. I could now see the caribou, but she saw me too. She urged her calf to run while she sacrificed herself to stop me. I pounced at her. And missed. I pounced again and found myself facing her hooves. It struck me hard in the chest sending an unexpected jolt pain throughout my body. The agony of everything I have experienced in the past few days paled in comparison to the caribou’s blow, but I was brave. I stood back onto my feet and pounced again, grabbing a mouthful of flesh in my jaws. Warm blood crept into my mouth and I pulled. A large piece of meat tore from the caribou’s torso. She let out a scream of fury and lunged thrashing her hooves like a lethal weapon. I backed away and watched her powerful hoof plunge into the snow. Blood dripped down her back while her eyes reflected death. I circled her slowly, waiting for the right time to attack when something darted passed me. A bullet. It sent a wave of fear down my spine for it could only mean one thing. The humans have caught up. I was forced to abandon my prey and run. I ran like I never ran before. I ignored everything: the caribou, my hunger and the after affect of the caribou’s blow. My stomach twitched in hunger; my mind struggling from fear as another bullet darted towards me, this time sinking into my fur. I let out a yelp of pain and fell onto the icy ground. I could hear the screeching of vultures from miles away, I could hear the dogs bark with joy, I could hear the humans cheering in triumph, and I could hear the last words said by a dying wolf. “A wolf’s life is not easy.” Tell me if its good, and if its not good tell me why.

Public Comments

1. i actually really enjoyed this...great description of the setting, the emotions, everything you will go very far if you continue like this
2. Thats amazing. Its intense descriptive and exciting
3. This rules hard, nice use of first-person storytelling, I like everything about it.
4. I like it! It's very expressive, and I could get into it well, imagining I was the wolf. My criticisms are very small, like matching up tenses and quantities, finding things that spell check will not catch (like affect/effect), comma placement, and the like. Because I cannot send you this with proofreader's marks, may I suggest you try to separate yourself from the writing, and just do a dispassionate grammatical and spelling proof on it?