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"SSC 34-Never cry wolf"

I’m sorry for what I have done I didn’t mean for this to happen, it was terrible of me to do. Do I deserve this now not to be rescued from the hands of this beast. Yes I cried wolf so many time’s and made my stomach hurt, because I had laughed at the people so many times, when they ran to save me from nothing. But as I ran through the woods screaming for help nope no one was going to rescue me.

I looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, a bridge to go under, a bush to jump into. God no there was nothing what was I go to do the beast was catching up with me I could smell him. His fur was a horrible smell like rotting bodies left out in the sun and that’s bad, real bad at last I have seen a hole in a tree. I jump for it and land near the tree I crawled into the hole it was dark in there something crawled on to my leg. I smacked it off oh just a harmless little Woodlice and I’m getting all worked up about it.

I can hear thumping now getting closer and closer, then silence the beast has stopped. Left, right, left right he looks trying to find me, trying to smell me out, I just sit there inside the tree being quite. Trying not to make any movement or my heart will be ripped from my chest.

The beast still sniff’s in oh god no he’s coming towards the tree but its great the tree is hollow. Trying not to make any movement I move up the tree, my shoe’s gripping on to the wood that could break any minute.

I’m in trouble my shell like ear has just heard a crack in the tree I’m going to be eaten. I should have never of cried wolf I’m not going to be rescued now. My legs are splitting apart I’m falling down the wood of the tree is breaking. I hear a roar then smack I hit my bum to the floor a shock goes up my body for hitting my bum bone on the wood’s floor.

I furry hand smacks me round the head I fly through the air, blood drips from my head I jump up but I am dragged through the air. Smack my head on ground then blackness as I am knocked out but before the blackness I felt my leg be ripped from my body. The blood pour from my body don’t think I’m going to wake again. Well a terrible end for me. But no what do I hear bird’s tweeting sun shining down on me, I try to jump up but I can’t with my leg ripped off. I look down at my body what? No human leg’s fur, furry legs I’ve turned into the beast I look at my hands yes beast hands.

This will teach me to never cry wolf again cause I am now the beast and I am crying.

I’m sorry for what I have done I didn’t mean for this to happen, it was terrible of me to do. Do I deserve this now not to be rescued from the hands of this beast. Yes I cried wolf so many time’s and made my stomach hurt, because I had laughed at the people so many times, when they ran to save me from nothing. But as I ran through the woods screaming for help nope no one was going to rescue me.

I looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, a bridge to go under, a bush to jump into. God no there was nothing what was I go to do the beast was catching up with me I could smell him. His fur was a horrible smell like rotting bodies left out in the sun and that’s bad, real bad at last I have seen a hole in a tree. I jump for it and land near the tree I crawled into the hole it was dark in there something crawled on to my leg. I smacked it off oh just a harmless little Woodlice and I’m getting all worked up about it.

I can hear thumping now getting closer and closer, then silence the beast has stopped. Left, right, left right he looks trying to find me, trying to smell me out, I just sit there inside the tree being quite. Trying not to make any movement or my heart will be ripped from my chest.

The beast still sniff’s in oh god no he’s coming towards the tree but its great the tree is hollow. Trying not to make any movement I move up the tree, my shoe’s gripping on to the wood that could break any minute.

I’m in trouble my shell like ear has just heard a crack in the tree I’m going to be eaten. I should have never of cried wolf I’m not going to be rescued now. My legs are splitting apart I’m falling down the wood of the tree is breaking. I hear a roar then smack I hit my bum to the floor a shock goes up my body for hitting my bum bone on the wood’s floor.

I furry hand smacks me round the head I fly through the air, blood drips from my head I jump up but I am dragged through the air. Smack my head on ground then blackness as I am knocked out but before the blackness I felt my leg be ripped from my body. The blood pour from my body don’t think I’m going to wake again. Well a terrible end for me. But no what do I hear bird’s tweeting sun shining down on me, I try to jump up but I can’t with my leg ripped off. I look down at my body what? No human leg’s fur, furry legs I’ve turned into the beast I look at my hands yes beast hands.

This will teach me to never cry wolf again cause I am now the beast and I am crying.

Never cry wolf*

Ahh crap put it in wrong sorry. The next one will be better spelling.

The next one will have better grammar.

Cliche-riffic.

It was like a return to the crossbob stories of old.

Alfonse wrote:
> The next one will have better grammar.

Yeah!

How is this related to the topic rescue?

C®ø§$ Bób wrote:
> I’m sorry for what I have done I didn’t mean for this to happen, it
> was terrible of me to do. Do I deserve this now not to be rescued
> from the hands of this beast. Yes I cried wolf so many time’s and
> made my stomach hurt, because I had laughed at the people so many
> times, when they ran to save me from nothing. But as I ran through
> the woods screaming for help nope no one was going to rescue me.
>
> I looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, a bridge to go
> under, a bush to jump into. God no there was nothing what was I go to
> do the beast was catching up with me I could smell him. His fur was a
> horrible smell like rotting bodies left out in the sun and that’s
> bad, real bad at last I have seen a hole in a tree. I jump for it and
> land near the tree I crawled into the hole it was dark in there
> something crawled on to my leg. I smacked it off oh just a harmless
> little Woodlice and I’m getting all worked up about it.
>
> I can hear thumping now getting closer and closer, then silence the
> beast has stopped. Left, right, left right he looks trying to find
> me, trying to smell me out, I just sit there inside the tree being
> quite. Trying not to make any movement or my heart will be ripped
> from my chest.
>
> The beast still sniff’s in oh god no he’s coming towards the tree but
> its great the tree is hollow. Trying not to make any movement I move
> up the tree, my shoe’s gripping on to the wood that could break any
> minute.
>
> I’m in trouble my shell like ear has just heard a crack in the tree
> I’m going to be eaten. I should have never of cried wolf I’m not
> going to be rescued now. My legs are splitting apart I’m falling down
> the wood of the tree is breaking. I hear a roar then smack I hit my
> bum to the floor a shock goes up my body for hitting my bum bone on
> the wood’s floor.
>
> I furry hand smacks me round the head I fly through the air, blood
> drips from my head I jump up but I am dragged through the air. Smack
> my head on ground then blackness as I am knocked out but before the
> blackness I felt my leg be ripped from my body. The blood pour from
> my body don’t think I’m going to wake again. Well a terrible end for
> me. But no what do I hear bird’s tweeting sun shining down on me, I
> try to jump up but I can’t with my leg ripped off. I look down at my
> body what? No human leg’s fur, furry legs I’ve turned into the beast
> I look at my hands yes beast hands.
>
> This will teach me to never cry wolf again cause I am now the beast
> and I am crying.

Exactly, there is no rescuing in the story. That one sentence is like making a story on the subject of dogs and stating off with. "There aren't going to be any dogs in this story".

As for putting the whole story out again, you only did it for the word count.

I like it.