Twisted

Back to Article
Back to Article

Twisted

MiKayla Evans, WHS Reporter

Hang on for a minute...we're trying to find some more stories you might like.


Email This Story






Twisted

As the blood moon starts to fade
The wolves come out to play
Dark and deep I travel onto thee
Wondering till I cannot move my feet
Silently I started to keep
I listen onto thee
Slow ruffling, I hear
Hark!
I am not alone in these woods
Panic, I must not but.
Terror coursed through my veins
Which causes me to shake
On my feet on which I stand
I run…

Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Leave a Comment

If you want a picture to show with your comment, go get a gravatar.




Navigate Left
  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    Star

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    Flash Fiction #2

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    Violence

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    The Art of Jazz

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    I Can…

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    The History of Valentine’s Day

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    I Promise…

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    The Weeping Willow

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    Time Traveling Machine: Journal Entry One

  • Twisted

    Arts and Entertainment

    Poem- ME and YOU

Navigate Right
Twisted