Suddenly the pain in my arm whent wild: the creecher scratching and biting my strong, yet damaged arm. The terrifying creacher swooped down again, scratching even harder making my wound bigger. The blood spilled out of my leathery arm. His piercing eyes look down at me like a bull.
His wings flap as a giant gust of breath-taking wind sweeps me to the other end of the misty forest. My life is an endless pain of horror and gilt. This is my life in the white frosted forest.
I think I'm about to die as I see the bird with its claws as sharp as a knife, inline with my throat...
By Ella.
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