The Hunt
A Prehistoric Hunt in the Form of Micro-fiction
We gathered around our sacred fire, ceremonial dress in place. We chanted, drank, and sharpened our weapons.
In the morning light, we departed. Our quarry's tracks led us right to them.
The mighty beasts loomed large before us, grazing; watchful, but content. We circled 'round - had them surrounded. But then a deafening sound broke.
The mighty beasts bolted in each direction; there wasn't a safe place to go. As the dust settled, we collected our wounded. The dead drew the attention of the source of the herd's disturbance; the mighty short-faced bear.
Our eyes met, right before it charged...
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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