Drunk Deer Novels & Stories

My saliva pools under my tongue — I can't even swallow. A deer stands facing ahead, its body displayed but its neck turned to watch me. It's eyes... They aren't right. My lips part, still I can't scream, but even if I could, I don't think I could muster even a fraction of one. The animal stares into my eyes now burning with tears that gather and drip one after the other down my face like a leaky faucet. Chronic wasting disease — Harper and I saw this before as little girls before Perry was born. Harper probably doesn't remember, but I do. We watched the diseased deer wobble and leap around the grocery store parking lot from the back seat of Mom's van as she was picking up eggs inside.

The road was lined with tall giant trees on both sides of the dusty road and I left a trail of dust as I sped down the narrow road. I was deep in thought thinking about my family and my discussion with the rest of my group the previous night that I didn't notice a deer heading straight for my truck with full speed. It was too late when I saw it and we collided with hits horns shattering the wind shield. I got down from the truck to see if the deer is still alive and I was shocked to see that it's throat had been ripped off and half of its face has decayed it was trying to get up even with it's broken limbs. I covered my nose because of the awful smell coming from it and went back to the truc

I say. “They don’t, but it’s been a while since I’ve had blood,” she says. Drake hands the deer to Ennata and she sinks her teeth into its neck, her eyes closing as she sucks the blood from the animal. Drake waits a moment then extends his claws and slices a leg off the deer. “Let’s get a fire going,” he says. We do and then we cook the deer leg for me to eat. I end up eating it like a huge turkey leg while Drake tells Ennata about his father and grandfather. When we're done, it's time to go.

And then, suddenly, he spotted a deer, its large brown eyes watching him warily. Alpha Logan's heart leapt with excitement as he chased after the deer, his horse pounding the earth beneath its hooves. He drew his bow and arrow, taking aim at the deer as it bounded through the forest. With a swift and deadly motion, Alpha Logan released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air and struck the deer with precision. The deer let out a faint cry as it fell to the ground, and Alpha Logan dismounted his horse, approaching the deer with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck. Whatever the utterly putrid smell was coming from the woods beyond. This deer wasn't the only unfortunate soul in the circle of life today. My camera clicked as I took another photo of the poor creature's tongue dangling from it's maw. With some light editing, these photos will look great on my blog.

I closed my eyes and howled, letting everyone know that I had successfully hunted my prey. Grabbing the forelegs of the deer, I dragged it through the forest floor. My sense of smell was highlighted as I raised my nose up in the air tracking the scents of the elderlies who awaited at the shrine. I soon saw the clearing ahead. The flames of burning woods illuminated the darkness of the woods. I dragged the deer to the edge of the woods and stopped. The females and elderlies stared eagerly, almost anxiously to where I stood but by the look of them, they couldn’t figure out who it was. So, I stepped out in the light. While a huge smile bloomed on Vesna’s face whom I spotted in the second row of

“Dead. But this... this isn't normal.” “Maybe it was running from something. A hunter, a predator, who knows?” I unbuckled and opened my door, stepping out despite his earlier command. “Let's move it off the road and keep going. We're running out of time, Malcolm.” But as I approached and saw what he was staring at, my words died in my throat. The deer lay twisted on the ground, its eyes wide and glassy. But it wasn't the death itself that made my stomach turn, there was some of the black veins crawling up from its chest, spreading like ink beneath its fur, exactly like the ones on Jennifer's skin.

A deer was sleeping peacefully next to the gate, completely unconscious. The odor of blood that I smelled earlier was coming from the deer's neck and the red liquid oozed out from the wound. The deer was dead. No. It isn't dead. There was only a thin layer of blood on its neck, so the wound must be deep enough to kill it. If this deer died by accident, but why?

The deer had come out of nowhere and pretty much exploded on the car. “It doesn’t make any sense, to be honest. The deer almost exploded onto the car. I have never seen such a thing. Mostly when you hit a deer, it will crush up the car and put some blood on it, but nothing like this. I might have blacked out for a moment or two, but when I woke, she looked like a broken china doll.” Elmer told them. They all looked at him like he had lost his mind. Elmer felt like he was in danger of losing his heart.

I didn’t want to go, but I felt lost. Soon, the three deer were dead, drained of their blood, while the two remaining elks were whimpering as if they had difficulty breathing. I knew they would be gone soon. Lucius came back with two more deer, and the moment he laid them on the ground, they became restless before life was sucked out of one of them. The only one left alive was whimpering, and we’d been staring at him for quite a while, but nothing happened to him. And the remaining bushes that were still alive were untouched.