Child of the NightA Story by Ann Elise Monte
Written for the "One-Syllable Words Only Chall-onge" contest. As from that title, I could only use one-syllable words.
“Why must you do this to me?” I asked the man in front of me.
“I want you.”
He had a choice. He did not have to do this, but I knew he would. He was too far gone to stop now.
His sharp nails sliced through my back and I could see blood on them. I could not scream. I was too scared.
He was a Night Man, the ones that forced us to lock our doors if we wished to see the next day.
Fear filled my blood. He would kill me, and I would not see the day again. He came at me with his fangs. They clamped down on my throat. A thrill shot through me as my life left me.
My name is Gwen. I am part of the day no more. I am a Child of the Night.
© 2010 Ann Elise Monte
Ann Elise Monte
Fantasyland, beside a mass grave of dead story ideas, Australia
AboutI'm an nineteen-year-old Australian university student. I write Young Adult fiction and my longer works tend to contain strong fantasy and romantic elements. My shorter works have more variety because.. more..
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