James was running, faster than he ever had before. The thing (whatever it was) was in hot pursuit. A cold icy hand grabbed his shoulder, sending a deep chill down his spine. James could see the end. The beast brought him down.
Finally he knew what it was.
Too late.
Luke Tamblin is 11 years old and enjoys mountain biking, climbing, and skiing. His favourite food is pizza and he loves to read!
A blur. I’m running. Life in danger. He’s after me. Gotta run. Through the trees.
I’m away. I think I’ve lost… whatever that thing was.
Rest. I lie down against the tree. Take a drink. Safe.
BOOM: he appears.
“Nothing personal, kid.”
Those were the last words I ever heard.
Jake the hedgehog wrote this story.
I was hanging from the ledge because of a clumsy misstep. It was my last case, and most important. I was retiring after twenty years as a detective and five pursuing this man.
He pulled me up and uttered words that changed me forever.
“The game is all I have.”
Thomas Summerson is a daydreamer and storyteller. He writes everyday, as work and family life allows, of course. He dreams and labors toward the day when he can leave the day job behind and write full time. “Twenty years of schoolin’ and they put ya on the day shift” It’s true Bob, it’s so true.