Dog-man Sighted
A Micro-fiction Sighting of a Dog-man
A miserable Michigan winter, snowy and bitter cold. Our car broke down around midnight, and we sat huddled, shivering in our jackets.
We started hearing something; sticks breaking and snow crunching. Something was approaching our car.
At first, our relief - a figure walking through the blowing snow. But soon we realized that this wasn't a man. It was Dog-man.
The face contorted into a menacing snarl, the creature began its assault: scratching, biting, bashing, thrashing - it tried it all.
When daybreak came, the creature fled - a passing truck scared it off.
The size of those massive tracks...
About the Creator
Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)
A spin on her last name, "Baker's Dozen" are opinion lists on various topics. She also enjoys writing about her World of Warcraft main, The Ghastly Bulk Merchant Shadowsithe Ghoststrike, and occasionally partakes in fiction challenges.
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