A Short Writing Attempt

"Uncontrolable Controlling"

an original short story 

Her eyes widen with terror.  She notices her  reflection on  over a thousand of saliva coated fangs.  She begins taking slow steady steps backwards while maintaining a strong gaze into the eyes of a mob of starving wolves.  

Slowly rotating her head, she  gazes upon the endless ocean beckon behind her.  Its calm, and peaceful and ever so inviting.  The idea of gently floating on her back as the water carries her off to safer places sounds tempting, yet the cliff in which she’s standing on creates a difficult obstacle intruding on the alluring embrace of the ocean is offering.

She returns her attention back to the wolves. They creep closer and closer to her warm panicked body.  

She thinks to herself, "I can’t just let it  go!”, “It’s mine, It’s what I know, It’s always been with me”

A sharp pain pulsates in her right wrist from clutching this raw piece of meat ever so tightlly.

In the midst of her racing thoughts, her eyes catches a glimpse of a meadow. Up until that point, she was blind to the meadow. A lush, green, and warm with light.

The growls from the wolves grow louder, snapping her attention back to them. Longing to race to the meadow, the meat she holds is preventing her from safely doing so.  A forest filled with millions of dark dead twisted trees catches her gaze. A tear slides down her face.  She knows there’s nothing in the forest that will save her. Everything in the forest that she once was comforted by is gone. The meadow is a beacon of hope, but much to far away to out run the wolves to it.

Barely two feet of space separates her from the steep fall she will face if she doesn’t figure out how to get away from the wolves.

“ I could keep this steak and jump in the ocean. Or, I could toss the steak over them and attempt to outrun them in the pasture”

She finds the ocean even more tempting as seconds slip by. Though ackowledges she doubts she will clear enough distance from the sharp rocks inbetween the cliff and the wide open ocean. Jumping of the cliff she realizes with be admiting defeat against the wolves. She doesn't want the wolves to win, she does want another victim attacked by the wolves.

“There’s no way in hell I could throw this meat far enough back for me to get away!” “Even if I did, whose to say they still won’t catch up to me?!”

Brely a foot of distance now stands between her and the rocks below. 

She quietly mumbles a quick prayer, and is immediately reminded of the pigs.....

*internal monolouge*  Demons dove themselves into pigs with their approval from Jesus.  The possessed pigs ran rampantly off their cliff and descended one by one to their death taking their parasitic demon with them. 

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and makes her move

*Canine whimpers are heard fading in the distance*