AuthorsDen.com  Join Free! | Login 

 
Happy 4th of July!
   Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
Where Authors and Readers come together!

Signed Bookstore | Authors | eBooks | Books | Stories | Articles | Poetry | Blogs | News | Events | Reviews | Videos | Success | Gold Members | Testimonials

Featured Authors: Jeff Mason, iKevin Weeks, iMargaret Doner, iJoan Hovey, iR. Glenn Brown, iAndrew Feder, iShirley Woods, i
  Home > Action/Thriller > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Albert Megraw

  + Follow Me   

· 21 titles
· 15 Reviews
· Share with Friends!
· Save to My Library
·
Member Since: Apr, 2009

   Sitemap
   Contact Author
   Read Reviews

Books
· The Lion And The Young Boy

· The Erasers

· The Struggle of the Young Inheritors

· The She Grey Wolf{ except from the book..the clash between good and evil )

· The clash between good and evil.


Short Stories
· Cries on the wind

· the daily battle

· My Harsh and Rugged Land.

· the golden dragon boy

· the flute that changed his world

· Dark Winter nights

· he is learning about himself

· they walked the dark forest

· the three little pigs and the big bad wolf

· the wolf


Articles
· One of the loves of my life

Albert Megraw, click here to update your web pages on AuthorsDen.



Books by Albert Megraw
The Tiger
By Albert Megraw
Posted: Saturday, August 13, 2011
Last edited: Saturday, August 13, 2011
This short story is rated "G" by the Author.
Share    Print   Save   Become a Fan
Recent stories by Albert Megraw
· the wolf
· he is learning about himself
· Cries on the wind
· the three little pigs and the big bad wolf
· the daily battle
· My Harsh and Rugged Land.
· the golden dragon boy
           >> View all 15
All creatures have to battle to survive just as man does.
                          The Tiger   
 
He sits with such patients in the long grass that hides him so well from those he seeks.
He is mighty thirsty for the kill he need to catch this time, for he has been hungry for too long. His mind wonders to his youth when game was plentiful, life was good and easy. The vibration of the approaching heard is felt through the earth where he lies and his heart beats faster and faster, they have come. Muscles bunch and his whole body comes alive driving away the stiffness of lying unmoving for days now. He cannot afford to loose his kill, if he does all will be lost and life will cease for not only the cubs but himself also.
He raises his head a little allowing his pointed ears slide to the tops of the grass where his golden eyes sees the drifting dust cloud far off in the distance. There is plenty of time; they are a long way off yet. He dreams about his mate who has been long gone. She bought him many young cubs and they were comfortable with each other and life was fun. She went hunting one day and never came back; the cubs and I miss her a great deal. There were lots of loud noises that day along with the man smell that were all over the tracks she walked, these were her tracks and all respected her domain. His nose twitches; he smells a different smell, the man smell mingling with the smell of dust and animals.
He flinches and backs away from the place of ambush circling the man smell.
His body glides through the landscape, being as one with his surroundings, blending in, unseen by any eyes and his presents unfelt.
The man crouches on the ground looking ahead, stick in hand and then a loud noise cracks out, I flinch with the concussed impact on my ears. Again the air comes alive with another crashing sound, birds screeches quickly take them to the air on frantically beaten wings driving them in all directions. The herd veers away stampeding in their fright to leave this area their driven hooves causes the earth to be ripped open sending dust billowing into the air, blanketing the sight of their bodies retreating away in the opposite direction.
I see my future destroyed, our meal gone, and my cubs lying dyeing from hunger. I snarl, my anger boils over, these teeth glitter white in the shining sun, my lips stretch back revealing all my fangs, I spread my sharp clawed pads revealing them to the sunlight. My body tenses up and I attack. I must feed. He hears me not and I rip his flesh, the air is alive with the screams of this man animal. My teeth sink into his neck and the silence is deafening to ones ears. I feel at peace, for another day we live my family and I. I do what I do and have no regrets. Life must go on……………………..
 
 
 
 

Albert W Megraw


Web Site: The Tigar  

Reader Reviews for "The Tiger"


Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!


Need a FREE Membership?
Click here to Join!


Reviewed by J Howard
yes indeed...in our own way... we all create and destroy to survive-

Popular Action/Thriller Stories
1. Finance: Who Ever Controls the Money Suppl
2. Nationalizing the big predatory banks--is
3. Psychopaths and Institutions
4. Music I Love-Updated 6/26/15
5. Homicide Hunter: Lt. Joe Kenda
6. Fan Mail
7. Once Upon a Time at a Barbeque
8. Nether Time's Gloaming: Chapters One-Seven
9. The History of Human Societies: What Are T
10. Let's Talk About Race: What Are The Facts?

Mission Mururoa by Rosemary Patterson

Young and lovely Terri'i Gagnon used as bait in French CIA plot to capture Tahitian students investigating possibility of tsunamis from French nuclear tests disintegrating Moruroa ..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us


Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.