Kendall Young Library has a Teen Lounge program every Tuesday and Wednesday after school from 3:30-5:30 in the meeting room. It is open to 6th-12th graders and all are very welcome to come. Teen Lounge is a place for teens to relax after school, do homework, eat snacks, play games, and hang out with their friends. We have holiday parties, and even play the Wii sometimes. We have a very creative and outspoken group this year and I decided that it would be fun to put the spotlight on Teen Lounge kids. I had them write short stories to be put into my article in the Daily Freeman Journal. Some kids are not in sports or other school activities, so they might not get recognized very often, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for them to get creative, be recognized, and show us their voices. Our first Teen Lounge Spotlight writer wishes to remain anonymous. Her short story is an abstract story about a wolf’s experience in the woods with a hunter. It is amazing how a short story such as this one can draw a reader in, and make us feel like we were there. Great job to the author of this story. We hope you continue to be creative.

The Predator Who Became the Prey by Anonymous

In the midst of night roamed a wolf. His black fur ruffled as a small breeze of wind rolled over. It was a peaceful night, and not a creature was in sight. The wolf’s ears flicker as he listened to the rustling of the leaves. Suddenly though, he stopped and began to look around. The wolf felt as if someone, or something, was watching him, though he was unsure if it was him being paranoid or not.

Slowly, he continued to venture forth. Every now and then he would look back, he knew something was there but he couldn’t see it which filled him with fear. His eyes widened as he heard a faint click. The wolf’s heart began to race as he darted off.

Quickly he ran around the trees as he took quick and light steps. He didn’t think for instinct and fear took over, and though the forest seemed to stretch on for miles, he stopped at the tree line of a meadow. He panted as he looked back.

Nothing, nothing was there. The wolf’s ears folded back for there was no point in running out into the open. He stood there, unsure of what to do. Even if he had thought of something last minute, it would have been pointless for a loud boom now echoed throughout the forest. Crows flew up from the trees; their loud cawing could be heard for miles. In the end, the wolf’s tire paw now rested as his boy laid motionless on the ground beneath the canopy of leaves.

I hope you all enjoyed the story, and I hope everybody has a wonderful New Year.