By Cabela Cotte, Colored Pencil

Red Cloak

By Samantha DeTample ~ Winner, Staff Selection ~

I was alone. Thrown into the forest’s abyss by the people who tamed me without a second thought. The light was fading and so was my hope. The trees grew thick, the only sound I could hear was the cracking of sticks under my paws.

My skin clung to my ribs, my throat was brittle. It had been a week, maybe. I was getting tired, I had nothing left. I laid down, waiting for a man under the black cloak of death, instead I saw a girl in a red one.