The Vine

We sprinted across the dusty footpath feeling as if we were being followed. Suddenly I heard screaming, I turned around and could see the outline of some sort of vine dragging my friend away. The vine was closing in on me my heart was thumping against my chest. The vine was within metres of me now I could almost feel its thick leafy legs rubbing up against mine. I heard a voice coming from a hollow “Pssst over here”. Before thinking I dived into the hollow cutting my arm on the way in. ‘Crash’ I hit the cold rocky bottom.

By Samantha Woolley