The Bear Descriptive Writing

The chill of fall was brushing down my neck, causing me to shiver and look towards the window. Wind swept through the cracks and leaked into the barn in which I was staying, causing my nose to take in the beautiful smells. My body tensed up, ready to go out and play, but I couldn’t, not yet. Once it gets dark, I told myself, then I can. The muscles in my arms and legs loosened a bit, realizing that they would not be needed, but my heart still pumped madly in my chest. The beats that sounded as loud as a drum thudded in my ears and no matter what I did to calm myself, my heart kept racing. The hand that was mine clutched the bear that was also mine to my chest. Normally the bear could calm me but not today. Still the blood kept rushing, I hear …show more content…
I won’t do much, and I can stay hidden in the corn. The muscles tightened and readied, for they knew I was heading out of this dusty, small place. It was dangerous, even my body knew, as it was trembling when I got to the door, but once I was free everything would be okay. The door creaked slowly, letting the warmth of sunlight splash against my pale skin, allowing my eyes to dilate. The corn was there, not even fifty feet away, but there was also the road, just to the side. Such a busy road, cars flowing by so fast and so loud. If I were to be seen, what would they do? Pull over and chase? Or ignore me and keep to themselves? I hoped for the later and ran to the corn, pushing my legs faster and faster until the corn sliced against my skin. Quiet. Nothing but the quiet whoosh of cars as they sped past and the breeze flowing through the plants. No car door slamming, no footsteps coming towards the corn, no frantic voices. No one saw me. That simple fact made my lungs work once more, as I was holding my breath to listen. Slow and soft like, then faster and harder, the corn struck my face. Nothing could stop my legs from running. Blue shown through the stalks so I turned left as to not rush out from my …show more content…
One by one he lifted his legs and climbed in, falling to the ground and landing in some left over hay. The door behind me was blocked, there was no way I could get up to the windows, and he floated closer and closer. The boards of the floor creaked with the gentle pressure of the boys feet. They danced carefully and slowly towards me, his body swaying like a blade of grass in a summer storm. The eyes he had were flying all over but kept landing on my own which were keeping close watch of what he was doing. I stiffened when he got within a few feet and took my own step. Backwards. Small disappointment fluttered on his face but was replaced with a smile. I was pressed to the wall. No escape. He stopped moving closer and simply stood. After what seemed like hours of staring into his eyes he spoke. “You’re different.” He took a small step closer. “But not in the good way.” A slightly larger step. “Don’t take that as an offence, it’s just,” Another step. Like in the corn, he lowered his head and got his mouth right by my ear. “normally people like me.” His lips parted into a grin and he stepped back, allowing me to breath. “You don’t.” I did nothing, waiting for him to do whatever he had come to do. “Why?”
Why? Was he seriously asking why? How could I answer this? Should I answer this? The words began to conceive in my head and I was ready to say them but my mouth wouldn’t