Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33364812-20180126154459

''' A teenage boy runs through the icy winds as a figure followed him. The neighborhood was suffering the biggest blizzard that they have been through. The freezing snow clings to Derek’s boots as he dashes to his house. When he reaches his destination, he slams the door, trying to catch his breath. When he looks through the small window on the door there was no sign of it. The thing was a weird, awkward, and scrawny pale figure. He had white eyes that haunts the males’ brain. The image of its razor teeth never leave Derek’s mind as he races up the stairs and into his room. When inside, he takes the picture that he took and pins it to his cork board. He has seen the monster more than once, but only a hand or a leg. This picture was the only one that has its full body. '''

'''      For some reason the creature never followed him into his house. Derek spends almost all his time trying to think of reasons why this is. Does it have to be cold in here? Is it scared? These questions float threw his mind until the front door opens. Derek walks over to the top of the stairs and peers down. When he does this, the teenage male hears noises coming from the kitchen. He slowly makes his way to the noise, only to find his mother unloading groceries. '''

'''      “You scared the shit out of me,” Derek sighs. '''

'''      “Why? Where you stalking that poor old man again?” '''

      “Mom, I’m telling you, it’s not human.” 

'''      She looks over at him with doubtful eyes. “Then what is it?” '''

'''      Derek hesitates a bit, trying to think of what it could be. '''

'''      “I-I don’t know! But it isn’t what you think it is!” '''

'''      The teenager’s mother chuckles a little and waves him away. '''

'''      “You gotta go to sleep. Off you go. This blizzard is supposed to be active all night.” '''

'''      The teenager drags his feet as he slowly makes his way back to his room. He closes the door and flops on his bed. He starts thinking about that monster once more before he hears a window break with his mother’s scream come from down the stairs. Startled by this, Derek shoots down the hall, almost falling as he makes his way back to the ground floor of the house. He bursts through the kitchen door to find his mother on the ground. That fucking beast is on her, scratching and biting into her. The brown haired teen sees a knife stabbed into the beasts shoulder. Traumatized by this, Derek tries to run but he finds himself frozen in place. '''

 

''' The creature looks over at the frozen teenage male. It starts crawling over to him slowly. Its eyes were all black and its mouth dripped an oozing red. Derek finally breaks free of his trance and starts running to the front door. He swings the door open and dashes out into the wintery air. The wind rages on with the snow. Derek turns to see the monster on its two legs just… staring at him. Its blank eyes dig their gaze into the teens as it gradually gets closer. When it gets around three feet away from him, Derek steps back onto the street. His eyes dilated and hands in front of him, ready to push the creature away if needed. The blizzard snow blocks Derek’s view of the creature. He looks around frantically before bumping into something cold. Derek spins around and comes face to face with the creature. They both stand there silently. '''

'''      They both stand and stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Derek’s fear finally kicks in again before he kicks at the creature. He slips on ice and falls, hitting his head on the curb. The pale figure crawls away after a while of watching Derek’s limp dead body for a few hours. '''

   

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<p class="MsoNormal">'''      Sioux City would never see the creature again. Not that it left. This animal (if that’s what you would like to refer to it as) lurks in the shadows. It only comes out during the winter. People refer to it as “Old Man Winter” because of its timing. They have never seen it, but when it attacks, people know about it. The scratches are always the same. There are people that think that “Old Man Winter” never hurts anyone unless someone attacks it first. But they will never know. ''' <ac_metadata title="Old Man Winter (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>