July's Writing Contest
It is now September 7th and the contest ended on the first. I wanted to list the winners.
Congrats to Blurry #75226 for winning first place and was given a 1 year upgrade.
I would love to list other winners but there was only one entry.
Congrats Blurry. I really liked your short story.
The forest was almost silent that night. The moon cast its cold light over everything in its path, just bright enough to see, but dark enough to be unsure of what you thought you were seeing. Snow had fallen that day, but it had become so bitterly cold that it had mostly hardened into chunks of solid ice.
It was here, in these frigid woods, that the child was slowly freezing to death.
She was no more than nine years old, a tiny, fragile creature. She wore what appeared to be rags sewn together, and they were no protection against the biting wind. She huddled up against a tree, seeking warmth that wasn't there, and her teeth began to chatter. It was a foreign sound to the wolf.
Hunger made her stomach rumble like thunder, but still she hesitated as she watched the girl. Her instincts were telling her to act quickly, before something else did, but she found that she was reluctant to do so. She was no friend to humans. The wolf had witnessed their cruelty firsthand, when they stole her pups and slaughtered her pack, but there was something different about this one, an innocence the others had not possessed. And, perhaps, the wolf saw something in the child that reminded her of herself.
For whatever reason, she could not bring herself to kill the girl. It would be an easy meal, as the girl was obviously too weak to put up much of a fight, but the wolf recognized that this was a young human, a pup, and she felt the need to protect her, to guard her as best she could.
The child suddenly coughed, and the wolf shrunk back, and then came forward again. The coughing went on for a few minutes, then it died off. The girl's breathing evened out as she fell asleep.
The wolf waited for a moment, and then began to slowly creep toward the girl. She would stiffen each time the girl stirred, but she kept moving at a steady pace, and eventually she was beside the child. She leaned down and sniffed her, then hesitantly laid next to her. The girl didn't wake, but she moved closer to the warmth of the she-wolf's body. The wolf flinched at her touch, but soon relaxed.
The wolf knew it wasn't much; if anything, she had only delayed the inevitable. However, the wolf felt as if it had to be done. She wanted to help the girl, and this was the only way she could think of. The child murmured in her sleep, and the wolf glanced down at her. She would watch over the girl tonight, and try and guide her to the village the wolf knew existed just outside of the forest. If she could get the child back to her own species, she knew that she would grow up learning that wolves were her enemy, and would probably be trained to kill them. Yet, she thought that maybe, just maybe, she would remember this and use it to try and change her people's minds. It was a small hope, but it was something to hope for, and that was enough.