COUPER WENT HUNTING.
On a cold Saturday night, out in the bush of the Ashley Forest. My hunting partner Jack and I were stalking a massive whitetail deer through the shrub. I pulled the arrow out of my quiver and started to draw my bow. At full draw, its head was turned away, unaware of our presence.
*CRACK*
The whitetail was now onto us, but its head wasn’t looking like normal. It had purple hazy eyes and then it hopped and just floated, ever so slightly rising, coming towards us.
“I didn’t realise they could fly,” said Jack
“They, they… can’t.” I replied.
Great story,
I really liked how you described the hunting, and where you put the phrase “I didn’t realize they could fly…” So all in all, I really enjoyed your story.
Great story,
I really liked how you described the hunting, and where you put the phrase “I didn’t realize they could fly…” So all in all, I really enjoyed your story.
I love the ending of the story and deers cant fly only if they can.
I liked your story. I thought i was there with you and Jack. Keep writing!
-Lexi CO
What a great story Couper, full of suspense! I’m wondering what happened next…. well done!
Hi your story is a really good story I love the end of your story.