Swartz-Barnes 1

Mrs. Mounts

Gavin Swartz-Barnes

Creative Writing

March 17th, 2019

Pity

“Help me, please!”

“I am stuck.”

“There’s this thing that keeps coming after me.”

“It’s giant and green with a disgusting smell that won’t go away.”

“It has the eyes of a demon and the hunger of a vampire!”

“I beg of you, please, it has to be stopped!”

The man in front of her began to change shape. His skin grew scales and porous as a foul

smell trickled out from him. His eyes began to twist and change from hazel blue to a feverish

yellow with reptilian irises. His once small and frail body began to enlarge and fill the space of a

small wagon. It began to gain sentience as it’s hand grabbed at something that had fallen off of

its body. The beast scratched at the stopwatch and then -

“Help me, please!”

“I am stuck.”

“There’s this thing that keeps coming after me.”

“It’s giant and green with a disgusting smell that won’t go away.”

“It has the eyes of a demon and the hunger of a vampire!”

“I beg of you, please, it has to be stopped!”

She ran away.