The Second Feast
Roasting in the flames.
The breeze was cool, but the fire was warm. My freshly skinned game hung above the flames. It had been a long day. All my bones ached. I needed rest, but was it worth the risk? I refused to die hungry. I had to have one last meal.
My wounds were too deep. The blood trailed behind me. An iron aroma lingered in the wind. I knew they were close. I fled fast and far. It wasn't good enough.
Wild screams filled the air. They were hungry too. Soon the man-eaters would hang me above the fire, enjoying my flesh.
About the Creator
Stephanie Downard
I'm a mom of 3 plus a bonus son. I've discovered I love writing, and in my free time, that's what I do! I may not be the best, but that will not stop me! It can only go up from here! I hope you enjoy the words that trickle out of my head.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Comments (8)
simple - opens and closes hard - great story Stephanie - a potential scene for a survival film - awesome
Loved the title and the meaning behind it. Great story, Stephanie.
I enjoyed the quick and simplistic story telling :) But, you know I love reading any of your works!
Excellent story and a great entry
Good luck in the challenge! This is a great piece. The last line made me shudder x
This is great. Well done.
Oh man, I love how this started off warm and comforting, then gradually became more frightening 😅 Really awesome job!
I love the variety of the Micro fictions :) a great contribution.