I wrote this piece at the writing class I go to. The subject that was mentioned int he class was location. Having already written a piece I'm hoping to expand on a homework piece I did, I decided to work the pieces together. The setting of this piece is on a fictional island in the Outer Hebrides, and in this piece, two men are hunting deer.
On the western slope of Ben Ensay of the Outer Hebrides island, St. Ensay, one can see the setting of the sun giving off a blood red glow to the sky. The green grass lent back and forth with the sea breeze coming from the Atlantic along with the wild flowers.
Douglas and Hugh walked along the contours of the slope, hunting rifles in their arms, coats fastened tightly and their heads tight in their hats. They knew that it was time to return to their hunting lodge, but they haven't had a shot all day, their prey, a wild deer, either too far to shoot, or nowhere is sight. Douglas is sure that the deers could be in the small forest further down the slope. Hugh is equally sure that the deers are further up and round the slope. One place they agreed that isn't an option is the ever mysterious research cite that has the security force of Fort Knox. Nobody goes near that place. And nobody comes out.
"What a way to end first day of hunting season." Douglas was saying, but speaking his thoughts out loud didn't improve his mood.
"We've still got a week left." Hugh replied, trying to sound encouraging, but even he didn't feel encouraged.
"Where are the deer?"
"Maybe we'll find them in the morning."
"I won't sleep till I shoot one." Douglas snapped.
"Sorry." Hugh could only say.
"Where are the deer?" Douglas repeated.
"Wait." Hugh spoke softly.
"What?"
"Listen."
They listened. They heard it, the sound of an approaching animal; a deer.
They readied their rifles and waited. The sound grew louder. They pressed their rifles up upon their shoulders. Then they paused to think.
A deer ran round the slope past them and they watched as it ran on, now down the slope.
"I thought that deers run away from hunters, not towards and past them." Douglas spoke.
"I think it was frightened." Hugh nodded towards the fleeing wild animal.
"Frightened?" Douglas asked. "Of what?"
Then a sound caught their ears from where the deer had come from. They raised their rifles again.
"Who's there?" Douglas called out.
No answer.
"I said, who's there?"
No answer.
The hunters observed the slope against the darkening sky. Then they heard it, gurgling hiss.
"We know you're there. We can hear you." Douglas shouted as the final ray of daylight sank into the sea. "Show yourself."
Then they saw it. "What the heck is that?" Douglas exclaimed before it darted towards him. "Stop, or we will shoot!" Still it came. "This is your final warning!" Same reaction.
Two rifles spoke into the sunset.
I hope that you've enjoyed this piece. I hope to post another piece soon.
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