Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27008899-20151016034929

Before you guys rip this to shreds let me just say this was the very first pasta I ever wrote. I am not a fan of the ending as it is a bit cliche and but still, be gentle.

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I love the forest. There is nothing like waking up to the birds chirping and the morning sun beaming through the trees. The evenings are perfect for hunting and fishing. The woods are quite during this time. It is also the time to hear strange noises. The sounds are similar to a strong gust of wind through the trees. Yet, no gust comes. Sometimes they are very loud. Other times they are less than a whisper. The sounds are more prominent after the rain and are similar to the crackling of a fire.

I raised my family in these woods just as my father raised me. I have two daughters and a son. He is so much like me. Brave and fearless to a fault. The little woman always tells us the apple doesnt fall far from the tree. of course my son and I always respond "It's a good thing, that would make them hard to find." This always made her giggle a little. Just as I did at his age, he would often wonder off to explore.

My father always tried to scare me into staying close to home with his stories. His favorite one was the white eyed monster. He said when he was young he was walking through the woods and heard the wind blowing behind him, but no wind could be felt. Out of no where a huge creature with white eyes came upon him and stopped. It sat there staring and snarling with an almost hum like snarl. He ran away into the forest and when he turned around the monster was gone. He also told me stories of human like creatures that would run away as soon as they see you. He said people from all over have seen these creatures and they leave strange footprints where they've been. I never believed those stories, but I always honored my fathers wishes. So I would stay away from the places he told me not to go.

The problem with living in the woods is the winters. Winter often means we must search further outside our property or trade with other people in order to eat. My father taught me to only hunt at night in the in the winter. You are easily easily spotted through the thin trees by your prey. Tonight will be the first night that I take my son on a night hunt. I am so proud of him.

"Just follow me and stay low." I whisper to him as I gesture with my hand. "Ok pa." He replies enthusiastically. Slowly we stalk through the forest and come upon a deer. "It looks like a 10 pointer pa." "Good eye boy." I say as my foot snaps a twig on the forest floor. The deer raises its head and without hesitation takes to the woods. We give chase dodging and weaving through the trees attempting to push the deer toward to river. As we make our way through the brush I begin hearing the wind through the trees, and what sounds like a low snarl.

"Dont worry pa I got him!" My son yelled as he jumps down an embankment to cut off our prey. The strange sound seems to draw ever closer. I look to my right and see the white eyes quickly approaching through the trees. I scream for my son "stop!" He doesn't hear me as he lunges over the embankment and disappears from my sight.

As I approach the edge I see it. The white eyed monster tears through my boy with an angry screech tossing him like a rag doll to the ground. It stops to stare at its handy work as it snarls almost mockingly.

I let out a scream that shakes the trees. That bastard monster will pay for this! I pick up a stone and leap from the embankment landing on the monsters head. I slam the stone into creature with all my might. I feel the monster shake as every skull crushing blow end with a loud crunch.

As I raise the stone high for a killing blow, a loud noise breaks through the darkness of the night. I begin to feel dizzy and fall to my back on the monsters head. With failing eyes I look to the tree line and see my boy hobbling off into the woods. I smile as I know he is safe, and close my eyes.

The next day the tabloid interview read: "Dave and me were driving up the mountain when all of the sudden this creature jumped out in front of us. We hit it good and stopped to see what it was. Just then a huge monster jumps on dave's truck and start beating it with a rock. I grabbed my shot gun and I shot it right in the chest." When asked what it was Jon Richards replied "I know what it was but some government guys came and took it away. It was a dang Sasquatch!" 