After I described the forest and the truck driving the dirt road I wrote the conversation between the main character and an old man driving him to the woods to kill a monster. Killing the monster could give somebody immortality.
Sorry for spelling I didn’t spell check.
“Do you really think you could kill the monster from hell?” the old man said.
I kept quiet while rubbing my newly shaved head, I stared outside the window into the woods, gazing into the area which would be my burial or victory ground.
The old man continued. “Well just in case you’re wondering how it looks, I’ve seen it.”
I looked at the old man, “Really, please tell me what it looks like.”
“Oh it’s a sight.” The old man sat up straight and cleared his mouth of tabbaco by spitting it out the window. “It’s entire body had black fur, pitch black, the blackest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It stood on two feet, oddly enough it’s feet appeared human, tan, strong, wide, and it jumped across the trees, very high, very fast. But the head.” The old man paused. “The head was the real horror, it looked like the head of a provoked goat, I would say a cashmere because of it’s fur.”
“Cashmere.” I said softly.
“Cashmere.” The old man said intriguely. “Sure beats calling it the monster from hell.” He said laughingly.
“When did you see it?” I eagerly asked.
“While driving around, but I only got a quick glance at it because the monster changed it’s color like a chameleon.”
“Intresting, and you’ve only seen it once?”
“Oh yeah, but by choice, I never look out for it, seeing it once nearly gave me a dang heart attack. It’d be better ignoring the woods and just focusing on the road.” The old man lifted his left hand and waved his index finger in
the air. “Say, what makes you so sure you could find it? Let alone kill it.”
I reached for my green bag and put it on the truck’s dashboard. “Squirrels.” I said. “I’ve heard many stories from people who wander these woods, and the one thing they’ve all seen is headless squirrels. This leads me to believe Cashmere eats the heads, so I’ve prepared the bait.”
“That’s a weird breakfast.”
I laughed, then I stared out into the sky, “Have you ever seen the creature from heaven.” The old man didn’t respond, I turned towards him and he seemed confused. “You know the legend, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never seen it. I hear it’s just a methaphor or something?”
“Well from what I hear god created a creature to keep the cashmere in these woods, that’s why it’s still here.”
“Oh, I’ve never heard of it like that.” The old man slowed down the truck. “Hey, if you’re staying up past midnight hunting the monster from hell do you think you’ll find the juggernaut of earth also?”
My mouth dropped, “Juggernaut of earth?” I said curiously.
“Yeah, legend says it comes out at midnight, and it can’t die. I don’t drive around at night, so I’ve never seen it.” The old man stopped the car and saw my shocked face. “Hell I think that legend is made up, probably to go with the heaven and hell creatures or whatever.”
“I hope so.” I said. I opened my door and tooked my first step into the mythical wilderness. “Well this is it, thank you for the ride.”
“No problem, you take care now.”
Oh and I’m 9 years old.
I’m 9, don’t hurt my feelings.
