Blob | A 100 Word Story

#294 Creatures of the Night

The ground was wet from last nights rain. I ran through puddles of water, my muddy boots sloshing with every step. Then I looked back and didn’t see the fallen tree up ahead. 

When my head made contact with the ground, my face covered in dirt and fallen leaves, I listened to my heavy breathing, and willed myself to get back on my feet.

In the distance I heard it coming. Not like footsteps but a crunching sound as it used the ground to move quickly.

I climbed into a tree and watched its amorphous body glide by beneath me.