Fear

• Jarrah Garnett, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2018

Something black,something big is crawling towards me. It’s ancient hands flatting the jaguar red stones of its sell as it moves slowly forwards. Getting closer and closer as sticky sweat crawles down my face like the ancient beast itself. Always where not thought to be and always in the shadows. Intimidating me down to the bone,slowly ripping out my and will.
What is this monster? It is but fear.