Create a Scene Tuesday (10)

OMG! It’s the tenth week anniversary of Create a Scene!

For rules – please see Create a Scene Tuesdays. For last weeks entries – click here!

This week:

 Character – A Teenager

 Action – Lost 

 Setting – In a Fog

My entry: A young man’s screams echoed through the fog covered forest. Libby wheeled around as a couple of crows took to the sky. She stepped back.

“John!” she called to her brother. “Nate! Nate! This is not funny, you little weasel!”

A twig snapped behind her, making her heart race. She turned. Her knees shook and her vein became as cold as ice.

“John! You and your dork of a friend are in big trouble! Do you hear me?” Libby gulped. “We’re going home, now!”

Another twig snapped. Libby spun on her heel. A low, soft growl blew through the wind. Libby’s eyes widened as a flash of ghostly, white fur brushed through the bushes. Her heart jumped into her throat.

“Oh, God!”

Two glowing, green eyes peered through the fog. Fangs flashed as the creature charged forward. A blood curdling scream filled the woods as bird flew from their perches. The beast stood over her unconscious body.

9 thoughts on “Create a Scene Tuesday (10)

  1. Lisa says:

    Yikes! I got the shivers at the end of your scene. Great work!

    —————————–

    “Let me out!”

    “Aw, come on, Katie. I was just kidding around.” Brian had slowed the car considerably, but he was still going well above the speed limit.

    “I mean it, Brian. I want out.” Katie’s voice was now measured. “Now. Or I’m calling your parents.”

    Brian’s parents thought he was at a non-existence last-minute football practice, and he would be grounded for sure if they knew he had lied to them. Again.

    He pulled the car over to the curb, and Katie reached to the back seat for her backpack and was out of the car before it came to a full stop.

    “I’ll call–” His words were cut off by the slam of the door.

    She was still shaking. Brian was her boyfriend, but he could be so strange sometimes. One moment Mr. Gentleman and the next Mr. Crazy. They must have been going seventy miles an hour in the residential neighborhood between the mall and her house. And in this fog she couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of her, so there was no way Brian could have stopped if–

    She shook her head. No use thinking about what could have happened. She began to slow her pace as she realized she wasn’t on Cedarburg Drive, as she’d thought. She looked through the mist for a street sign, but there was none.

    It was only then that she noticed some of the houses were boarded up, slabs of plywood nailed to the doors and windows. No one was outside, and even the houses that had no boards were dark. The grass was overgrown, and a sour odor filled her nose.

    She dug into the bottom of her backpack for her cell phone. She would tell her dad that Brian had been drinking, so he would transfer his anger from her to Brian. She didn’t think he had been drinking, but he was acting crazy, and that was kind of like being drunk, or so she convinced herself.

    She had no bars on her phone. None. She heard a car behind her, but when she looked, there was nothing. She walked faster, her eyes glued to her phone, hoping for at least one bar.

    She heard the sound of tires on pavement again, but no car was in sight, unless, she suddenly thought, it was driving without its lights in the fog.

    Her phone suddenly buzzed as a text scrolled across the screen.

    “Wanna ride?”

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  2. Sophi says:

    Janet looked out the double door of Bowdener Hall and groaned.
    ‘I should have left earlier.’ she mumbled.
    What had been soft wisps of cotton like fog at 6:00 PM had become a wall of dark grey fog at 10:00 PM. Janet had been visiting with her friend Melanie and time had gotten away from her. The cold chill of November had settled in on the small New England campus. Janet’s dorm was across campus and this was no night to be out. She slowly pushed the heavy glass door open and the cold wet air assaulted her face. She pulled her scarf closer around her neck and stepped out into the muted cold light. She started down the walk.
    ‘I could take the short cut,’ she mused.
    What was she thinking; she hated to take the short cut during the day much less on a foggy night. Still she was cold, very, very, cold.
    She hung a quick left onto the social path other student paved though the tall grass. She walked and walked. The cold numbed her finger and her cheeks. She pulled the scarf higher over her face and nose. Tears streamed down her cheeks carving painful paths into her tender skin. Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She whipped around.
    ‘Hello?’ she whimpered, her breath streaming out before her. She turned to continue walking. There was a quick movement from behind her, followed by a scream.

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