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Tabitha's Tale
by Katie Langolf (Age: 22)
copyright 09-17-2003


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I will never forget the night my friends and I went camping in the Appalachian Mountains. It was a dark and stormy night when it happened. We were camping just north of our hometown of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
Before I get into the story, i guess i should introduce myself. My name is Tabitha Tamora, but everyone calls me Tabby. I'm 16-years-old. My friends are Cristen Cox, Hilary Bradley, Lauran Andrews, Michelle Lopez, and my boy-friend, Brian Fisher. First there's Cristen. She's the smartest person in our school, a real brainiac. She studies really hard. Next there's Michelle. She has a really bad temper, but she's cool. She's a really good volleyball player. My friend, Hilary is the best singer I've met (she and my friend Drew, anyway). She's on the tennis team. Lauran is a really good volleyball player, too. She and Michelle are on the team at school. Last, but not least is Brien. We've had our share of fights, but he's really sweet and we love each other very much.
Anyway, my friends and I were camping in a cabin (thank goodness) in the Appalachian Mountains. The cabin was surrounded by forest and trees.
It was 11:00 at night. My friends and I were sitting around a crackling campfire outside the cabin (it wasn't raining or thundering yet, but the sky was already covering with clouds), talking about stuff when suddenly a tramendous devilcat (couger) scream (roar)erupted from the trees around us.
We all jumped up and looked toward where the scream came from. There, peering out of the blackness around us, was a pair of big yellow eyes.
As quick as I could, i grabbed a high powered flashlight and aimed it at the eyes. There stood the largest couger I had ever seen (Ok, it was the only couger I had ever seen, but you get the picture.) It looked larger than the average couger. It was a sandy brown color except for the fur on its' nose, the tip of its' tail, and its' ears, which were black.
Then, suddenly, it let out a huge scream and sprang at me, just as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. I stumbled backward, fell, then got up and ran (big mistake). The couger chased after me, spang foreward, and knocked me to the ground. It went to bite down on my neck, but I blocked it with my arm (which means the couger was now crunching into my arm). Its' teeth sank into my arm, painfully. I cried out in pain.
"Tabby!" my friends cried.
Just then a bolt of lightning struck the ground at the edge of the campsite, which lit a ring of fire around the campsite. The fire roared bigger and bigger as if it were alive. The light from the fire ring, indeed made the cat look like a devil.
As quick as he could, Brian grabbed a stick from the campfire and ran toward the couger. As soon as it saw Brian running at it with the flaming torch, it let out a huge devilcat scream. Then it turned and fled like into the darkness around us, as if it were a scared kitten running from the vacuum cleaner. Then it started to rain.
Brien ran straight to me (after putting the flaming stick in the campfire). He dropped to his knees and asked, "Are you Ok!"
"My...my arm hurts p...pretty bad," I studdered, "but, I think I'm ok, otherwise."
"Oh Tabby," he said. Then he picked me up and carried me inside. There my friends called a doctor.
I had a cast on my arm for two months. When the cat bit me, it bit down with such force that it cracked a bone in my arm. Brian was like my personal helper until I got my cast off (he kinda still is ^_^). I told him he didn't have to, but he insisted (he's so sweet to me)-sigh-

-The End-


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02-04-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

Fiction or not it is a good story. You are very creative and I will be reading more of your work. Thanks, Anthony


08-31-2004 Paula T.    

Stuff like this has happened to people in the mountains....
You did a good job describing what it would feel like.
Great write!


11-20-2003 Carole Beth Hannah    

I LOVED IT!


09-17-2003 Regina S.    

Oh well, I guess it doesn't have to be real, it's still an awesome write! ^-^


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