This is my first one so please read and comment. I got my ideas from the Twilight Saga. Hope te like it and if te do I will do more!! Sorry it's quiet short but I want to make puntellare, riva people like it first.
I was cold and wet as I scurried away from the orso that was meters from me. But this orso was oblivious to the fact that I might be his supper. I was crawling on my hands and knees, trying to get away from this creature. But in my blind panic, I slipped and snapped a branch that I was leaning on for support.
A sudden wave of reality hit me. I was going to die. This scared me and I stupidly let out a defeated whimper. This orso looked up, registering the fact that I was a vulnerable target, and started to cerchio me. Looking at me from every possible angle.
I closed my eyes and prayed. Please, Please. I could feel this bears warmth on me now. Warming me up. But this orso wasn’t particularly hungry, it wanted to play with its food.
It hit me around the face with such force I went flying. It ran up to me, growling. But suddenly a flash of white and a sparkle distracted it.
I heard the howls of pain from the orso and became instantly confused da what I had just seen.
The last thing I remember was peering into warm oro eyes that were surrounded da an angeli face. But this face soon turned hard, and flashed a full set of pearly white teeth at me. The teeth bit me, and that is when the fuoco started.
…
The pain is the worst thing te can ever encounter in the world. It feels like te are burning, and every secondo of every minuto te want to die. The flames were lapping up my heart, burning it. I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. It hurt so much that I thought if I kept quiet it would leave me, but no.
My cuore and the fuoco were destroying each other. But not one of them would win. I felt empty apart from the fuoco running through me like blood.
After what seemed like years, maybe months, o maybe days, the fuoco suddenly left my hands and feet. As quickly as it came it left. At this point I started hearing the most musical voices I had heard in my life. They came in and out of the room as graceful as any creature on the planet. They glided in and out constantly. They even breathed with grace. Each breath significant in its own way.
I don’t know how many people there actually were, but I did know that someone didn’t leave my side throughout all the pain I was going through.
As I was wondering about these people, I started to notice the fuoco going out, but with this my cuore got slower. It hurt, even più now, a painful spurt of energy burst through me and I let out a piercing scream. Then it stopped. My cuore faltered and just stopped. I looked up and there was the most beautiful face I have ever seen.
I was cold and wet as I scurried away from the orso that was meters from me. But this orso was oblivious to the fact that I might be his supper. I was crawling on my hands and knees, trying to get away from this creature. But in my blind panic, I slipped and snapped a branch that I was leaning on for support.
A sudden wave of reality hit me. I was going to die. This scared me and I stupidly let out a defeated whimper. This orso looked up, registering the fact that I was a vulnerable target, and started to cerchio me. Looking at me from every possible angle.
I closed my eyes and prayed. Please, Please. I could feel this bears warmth on me now. Warming me up. But this orso wasn’t particularly hungry, it wanted to play with its food.
It hit me around the face with such force I went flying. It ran up to me, growling. But suddenly a flash of white and a sparkle distracted it.
I heard the howls of pain from the orso and became instantly confused da what I had just seen.
The last thing I remember was peering into warm oro eyes that were surrounded da an angeli face. But this face soon turned hard, and flashed a full set of pearly white teeth at me. The teeth bit me, and that is when the fuoco started.
…
The pain is the worst thing te can ever encounter in the world. It feels like te are burning, and every secondo of every minuto te want to die. The flames were lapping up my heart, burning it. I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. It hurt so much that I thought if I kept quiet it would leave me, but no.
My cuore and the fuoco were destroying each other. But not one of them would win. I felt empty apart from the fuoco running through me like blood.
After what seemed like years, maybe months, o maybe days, the fuoco suddenly left my hands and feet. As quickly as it came it left. At this point I started hearing the most musical voices I had heard in my life. They came in and out of the room as graceful as any creature on the planet. They glided in and out constantly. They even breathed with grace. Each breath significant in its own way.
I don’t know how many people there actually were, but I did know that someone didn’t leave my side throughout all the pain I was going through.
As I was wondering about these people, I started to notice the fuoco going out, but with this my cuore got slower. It hurt, even più now, a painful spurt of energy burst through me and I let out a piercing scream. Then it stopped. My cuore faltered and just stopped. I looked up and there was the most beautiful face I have ever seen.
