| Though it wore no cloak nor carried a scythe Me and Jim both...we knew it was him. To see it in person...an ominous fright. Its eyes close together. A predator like no other. We were locked in his sight. Us two, his quarry, awaiting his burst. Me, I was praying, "don't go for me first." Terror stricken...my heart quickened. My feet were like lead. Jim started to gun it. He thought he could outrun it. But the beast won instead. Grim was on his neck quick. Jim's blood running thick. My stomach turning. I thought I would be sick. I was hearing flesh tearing. I heard his bones break I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The beast gobbled and slurped. Made a sickening burp Grim ate him whole. Ate Jim down to his sneakers. Then I was left standing. The beast filled his fun. This advice I'm willing to only give once If Grim ever finds you, just stand there... |
| ©2007 Kenneth Brown |
| Kenneth is an active duty soldier stationed in Iraq. |
| Don't Run! |