The light of the moon shone on its glistening skin as it cornered its prey.
Eyes as black as pitch peered at the young man hungrily. He tried to call for help, but his voice caught in his throat.
It opened its hideous mouth, revealing several rows of serrated teeth.
Backing away, the man felt the cold brick of the wall stop him.
It didn't advance; it didn't have to.
He was well within its grasp.
The gills on its neck flexed pale skin as it clenched its sharply clawed hands.
Its eyes rolled white as it lunged to bite.
Brandon Sutton about 10 years ago
Scary! Well, at least I'm prepped for Shark Week now. :) Nice drabble!
Bryan Thomas about 10 years ago
Scary!