The Attack
For one so small, it was fast and it was on a mission, a mission to kill. When I spotted it, it looked me right in the eye and I knew right then that I was under attack. It could smell my fear, and sense the sweat particles that were about to exit from the pores of my skin. My fear powered its anger and its blood thirsty instinct. It was me against the beast. This was the battle that I’ve been trying to win my entire life. As our eyes met, I knew it was time. It was time to conquer my fear. I blinked, and it didn’t wait a minute to take a running start toward me. A smooth one, as if it was stealing bases in baseball. I stood my guard until it jump from his battlefield, on to my own. A journey down, that only one would take if it was ready to fight and to win. I wasn’t going to let that happen. The jump was intimidating, but it only pushed me back a few feet. I stood with all the courage I had, until it took off after me. I ran halfway across the battlefield until I knew I couldn’t run forever. I had to stop it now, or I would forever run. A few deep breaths, a lift of my leg, It was getting closer. I could see the fangs of it as it opened its mouth ready to take a bite out of me. It was moving so fast, I could see each of it’s individual hair blow in the wind. I waited, until it was close enough to touch, right before it thought it had won, I smashed my leg down as fast as I could. It went silent. I lifted my leg, and looked at the bottom of my shoe. There it was. It was helpless, smashed, legs everywhere. I won the battle, I destroyed the spider that thought it would destroy me.
1 comment:
This is really creative. I like how you described your attacker until the very end, and then told us what it was. That makes the piece more interesting that just saying it was a spider from the start. To bad you can't kill a spider in real life. :) I guess after one jumps after you, and chases you, you become scared for life.
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