The Watchers

I kept running as the black, melicious crows chased after me demanding their egg back. I didn’t know where I was going. I was just praying for somewhere safe. Suddenly, I saw an old, run down, wooden shack up ahead. My lungs were burning like a bomfire and my feet were frozen like I had been standing in the freezer all night.

Finally, I burst into the rusty old shack. I placed the egg on the ground and slammed the tin door shut. I waited for what I thought was five gruelling minutes and then I poked my head out the door. They were leaving with a white snow covered rock about the same size. They must’ve thought it was there egg.

“Whew,” I said to myself as I  hoped they wouldn’t come back.

By Ryan Anderson.