Big Bad Wolf

It was fierce, epic in proportion and ultimately terrifying to behold. The big bad wolf was grey, full of muscle and had an unquenchable hunger that could never be satisfied. Her eyes were a bright yellow in that darkness, shining like blinding beacons in the moonlight. You saw this wolf on a holiday in Canada, exploring the snowy mountains with your mother and father. You were an only child and didn't have many friends to play with, so you explored the countryside and forests a lot on your own. That's when you soon found yourself alone, facing this threatening creature. It was beautiful yet horrific. With majestic fur and handsome features. However, its teeth were as sharp as razor blades, with drool dripping down its frightening fangs. The monster was real, somehow far more horrifying than any horror movie beast because the wolf was a real animal, in the real world. Now here it was, staring at you, your parents almost five miles away, you shouldn't have ventured off too far from the cabin too late at night. It was only natural for a kid your age to want to explore, but now all you wanted to do was get the plane back home to jolly old England. Yet, you couldn't move a muscle as the wolf stared you down. It was a game of chess, where the reward was life and the failure was death. You couldn't lose, so you kept calm and stared back. This lasted what felt like hours, you blinked rarely, so did the wolf. If you ran, you were sure it would chase, if you yelled, you were sure it would strike and if you cried, you were sure it would see easy prey and try to eat you. It was hard holding in your bladder, you may not have even needed to go, it was likely your body telling you to run to a private bathroom to escape this intense situation, but you knew deep down that wasn't an option. Eventually the wolf neared forwards, you remained stood, paralysed with fear. Then as it began to growl, sneer and snap its teeth, you knew the big bad wolf wanted to eat. So you spun and ran from her, almost automatically, you couldn't think straight, you just ran and ran, running out of breath, vision going blurry, heart beating madly in your chest, as the wolf roared and chased behind you. Somehow you still kept running, faster than you ever thought you could, like the wind. You had gone into flight not fight, your brain that made the right decision, fighting that monster would have been suicide! Every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an hour, except time also seemed to be going faster than ever. You were experiencing pure, relentless frantic terror! Even though your body begged desperately for rest, you simply kept running, faster and faster, beyond what you thought was ever conceivable. In that frightened state you could have easily outrun the world's greatest Olympic runner. You may have even raced alongside a bicycle and still won. The wolf was still gaining on you however, it eventually struck the back of your calves, knocking you forwards and then over onto your front. You cried in terror, as the wolf circled you, getting ready to eat. Then there was a loud bang, followed by a blinding torch light. The wolf yelped, whimpered and bled, a bullet had shot its leg and was wounded. It fled into the darkness. Somebody had saved you, it was your father.
"Emma honey, I'm so glad you're all right!" He exclaimed, climbing down the slope with his hunting rifle in hand.
"I'm so sorry, daddy!" You cried, holding onto him for dear life, "I'll never run off like that again, I swear to you I won't." And you never did.