Scene re-write ‘Touching Spirit Bear’
I had seen the snow colored bear when I got on the tree covered island. When I seen the massive creature for the first time I approached it. It felt like slow motion. When I found out that the bear wasn’t scared of me I wanted to kill it. I couldn’t find anything else on this harsh island other than spruce trees and my supplies. I decided to make a spear, so when I approached the bear I could over hand my weapon of mass destruction.
This thick furred creature that has a coat that sticks out like a sore thumb. The only thing on this creature other than white was its black nose and eyes. This viscous creature had claws the size of my hand. I hate this bear because it does not run in terror when it sees me.
When I see the bear the next cold morning I approach it. It feels like time has stopped and its just me and the bear. When I got within 20 feet of this unbelievably muscular creature I keep getting madder and madder because it was not fleeing. I finally got up enough nerve to throw the hard wooded sharp arrow looking weapon. I tossed it and the spear seemed like it took minutes to contact the bear.
When the spear comes into contact with the fluffy animal, the bear explodes into natural anger. I was not scared when it attacked my thin muscular body the bear got on top and started digging into my chest like it was digging in the ground for food. I hear crack after crack of my breaking bones when he jumps on me. I hear crunching of my ribs and chest. When he swats me, I hear my pelvis and arm break.
Finally the bear stops ripping my weak hide open it just walks away calmly, as if knowing I wasn’t a threat anymore. I felt relieved when the bear was walking away. The only thing I could feel was the pain. It feels like I just got hit by a truck. I knew I needed help after that attack and I actually wanted help for the first time in my short life.
By: Trace Blatkewicz
I had seen the snow colored bear when I got on the tree covered island. When I seen the massive creature for the first time I approached it. It felt like slow motion. When I found out that the bear wasn’t scared of me I wanted to kill it. I couldn’t find anything else on this harsh island other than spruce trees and my supplies. I decided to make a spear, so when I approached the bear I could over hand my weapon of mass destruction.
This thick furred creature that has a coat that sticks out like a sore thumb. The only thing on this creature other than white was its black nose and eyes. This viscous creature had claws the size of my hand. I hate this bear because it does not run in terror when it sees me.
When I see the bear the next cold morning I approach it. It feels like time has stopped and its just me and the bear. When I got within 20 feet of this unbelievably muscular creature I keep getting madder and madder because it was not fleeing. I finally got up enough nerve to throw the hard wooded sharp arrow looking weapon. I tossed it and the spear seemed like it took minutes to contact the bear.
When the spear comes into contact with the fluffy animal, the bear explodes into natural anger. I was not scared when it attacked my thin muscular body the bear got on top and started digging into my chest like it was digging in the ground for food. I hear crack after crack of my breaking bones when he jumps on me. I hear crunching of my ribs and chest. When he swats me, I hear my pelvis and arm break.
Finally the bear stops ripping my weak hide open it just walks away calmly, as if knowing I wasn’t a threat anymore. I felt relieved when the bear was walking away. The only thing I could feel was the pain. It feels like I just got hit by a truck. I knew I needed help after that attack and I actually wanted help for the first time in my short life.
By: Trace Blatkewicz