Creative Narrative: The Tale Of Grendel's Tale

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The bones in his teeth crunched like they were made of toothpicks. The boy hadn’t been much of a feast. Scrawny, boney, and barely even a young man, Grendel made quick work of him. The reptile’s tongue trailed across his teeth and his lips, cleaning the last remnants of blood from his face. While satisfied, the beast knew that he would soon hunger for more. Seeing what he had seen earlier, Grendel knew that more would succumb to peer pressure and make the dangerous, last trip into the forest, much as their companion had... “They say that if you go to the wood’s edge, the beast will find you and eat you alive,” the young man’s voice carried to Grendel’s ears. The reptile snorted. Since his last feeding, he had become somewhat of an urban legend around these parts. He found it quite amusing. …show more content…

The yellow and orange flames danced in the darkness and cast flickering light on nearby trees. Sounds of waves lapping at the nearby ocean shore mingled with the crackling of the burning driftwood. Their campsite wasn’t far; a short trek up the beach. There were about five of them that Grendel could see from his position behind a fairly tall bush. “What was that?” a trembling voice asked. “What? I didn 't hear anything,” another said and raised his shoulders in a shrug. The tallest boy, who appeared to be about 17, smirked. This was their ringleader, Grendel realized, as he watched them all turn towards him to listen to his voice. “Are you scared?” he teased. Even in the scarce lighting, Grendel could see the boy’s face had flushed a dark crimson. The other teenagers snickered. This only served to make the young man’s expression shift to a scowl at the elder

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