Post by swiftlake on Feb 10, 2017 16:39:43 GMT -5
This is a rewritten version of a story I started when I was in 2nd grade. It was never finished and it was so childish and terrible and uugh. I remember it was called "The adventures of Sammy the lynx"...Yeah. Cringe. I also changed his name from Sammy to Sammik and tried to make it a bit more serious (as serious a story by a 7th grader can be) It's short but it's supposed to be kind of a oneshot. Enjoy!
The night had fallen over the snowy mountains. The howling of the cold wind was the only thing that interrupted the silence. A trail of paw prints was visible. The sound of a snapping twig echoed through the clearing and a pair of yellow eyes looked up. The creature leaped on a tree branch to scan its surroundings. A lynx. His fur was a pale brown, littered with small darker spots. His throat, belly and paws were white as the snow covering the ground, He had no name, though the humans who have encountered him gave him the name Sammik. Under Sammik’s fluffy pelt he was starving. This winter food has been scarce. The lynx jumped down from the branch and shook his fur out of the snow. He tasted the air for any traces of food. Nothing. He let out a small growl, ears folding back. Sammik began to wander around in hopes of finding at least some left over meat that the crows hadn’t found. He walked for who knows how long, until a scent caught his attention. He had entered another lynx’s territory. Sammik decided to continue on walking. He could find food, which he was desperate for. After awhile, he found nothing and lost hope. Another night of starving. Another pair of eyes, much like his own shone behind him. He felt the presence behind him and swiftly turned around. Another lynx, another male, stood before him. His eyes were duller. His fur was tinted grey and he was covered in scars. He growled at the intruder, warning him. Sammik knew he couldn’t fight. He was weak. The other was older and stronger than him. He crouched down and folded his ears back. The other growled again and lashed out at him. Sammik managed to dodge the blow and swiftly ran back. He collapsed under a tree and closed his eyes. A shiver racked though his body before he fell asleep.
Sammik awoke to see the sun rising on the horizon, bringing color to the endless white field before him. He stretched and shook his pelt. And yet again, he began his search for food. His stomach was in pain, as if clawing at him. Not too far away from the tree, he saw a flash of light from the bushes. It caught his attention and he followed it. Sammik soon found himself face to face with a human, pointing a gun at him. Sammik’s ears perked up and he just stared at the creature in front of him, as if in some sort of a trance. The man put his finger on the trigger and prepared to shoot. Sammik soon realized the danger and he instinctively started to run. The bullet, however, lodged into his hip. He yowled out as he felt the sharp pain in his leg. He dragged himself back under the tree and laid down. Sammik knew he was going to die soon. Some time passed. The lynx saw the world getting blurry. He closed his eyes and didn’t open them anymore.
The night had fallen over the snowy mountains. The howling of the cold wind was the only thing that interrupted the silence. A trail of paw prints was visible. The sound of a snapping twig echoed through the clearing and a pair of yellow eyes looked up. The creature leaped on a tree branch to scan its surroundings. A lynx. His fur was a pale brown, littered with small darker spots. His throat, belly and paws were white as the snow covering the ground, He had no name, though the humans who have encountered him gave him the name Sammik. Under Sammik’s fluffy pelt he was starving. This winter food has been scarce. The lynx jumped down from the branch and shook his fur out of the snow. He tasted the air for any traces of food. Nothing. He let out a small growl, ears folding back. Sammik began to wander around in hopes of finding at least some left over meat that the crows hadn’t found. He walked for who knows how long, until a scent caught his attention. He had entered another lynx’s territory. Sammik decided to continue on walking. He could find food, which he was desperate for. After awhile, he found nothing and lost hope. Another night of starving. Another pair of eyes, much like his own shone behind him. He felt the presence behind him and swiftly turned around. Another lynx, another male, stood before him. His eyes were duller. His fur was tinted grey and he was covered in scars. He growled at the intruder, warning him. Sammik knew he couldn’t fight. He was weak. The other was older and stronger than him. He crouched down and folded his ears back. The other growled again and lashed out at him. Sammik managed to dodge the blow and swiftly ran back. He collapsed under a tree and closed his eyes. A shiver racked though his body before he fell asleep.
Sammik awoke to see the sun rising on the horizon, bringing color to the endless white field before him. He stretched and shook his pelt. And yet again, he began his search for food. His stomach was in pain, as if clawing at him. Not too far away from the tree, he saw a flash of light from the bushes. It caught his attention and he followed it. Sammik soon found himself face to face with a human, pointing a gun at him. Sammik’s ears perked up and he just stared at the creature in front of him, as if in some sort of a trance. The man put his finger on the trigger and prepared to shoot. Sammik soon realized the danger and he instinctively started to run. The bullet, however, lodged into his hip. He yowled out as he felt the sharp pain in his leg. He dragged himself back under the tree and laid down. Sammik knew he was going to die soon. Some time passed. The lynx saw the world getting blurry. He closed his eyes and didn’t open them anymore.