Romans & histoires There's A Snake In My Boots

‘Found him’. I looked away, my gaze trailing from the clouds to the trees and then the flowers. I walked past like I was absent minded. Immediately I took three steps away from him, I turned fast. My lips shaped up to shout ‘Boo’ but what I saw looked nothing like Zulu. It was a snake. “Ahhh.” I shrieked, stumbling back fast. My foot tangled with my dress and I fell. Someone caught me in mid air. “Wow. Are you alright?” He asked, holding me by my hip. He helped me up, my body pressing against his. My heart was thumping so hard, I couldn't catch my breath so I stayed in his hold until I could.

Can anyone? ‘They are going to ban our travel forever.’ Nick concludes hotily. ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Sna-Sna-SNAKE! QUICK, HONEY! THERE IS A BIG SNAKE OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW. GOLDEN SNAKEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUU! HELPPPPPPP!!!! ANNNNNNAAAACCCOOOONNNNDAA!!!!!!!!’ Loud shirls echo from somewhere. Chugging the latte in the air, we ran outside the hotel premise.

“I know how to keep you motivated.” “Don’t tell me that it is a portrait of Fred because believe me. I prefer if he’s here than him being a picture.” “Nah.” Nate dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “I got something even better.” He went off the track and picked up a white sack and rummaged through it. A few seconds later and I saw him pulling out a black snake and grinning proudly at me. “Are you ready to run, princess!?” My eyes widened in horror when I saw him jogging back towards me with the snake in his hands. I screamed and began to run faster. “GET BACK!”

What a sly snake! "You keep teasing and bullying me to no end!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. However, Basil just stared back at me, stupefied. Then, he wailed and said, "I never did that!" I wasn't interested in his explanations. I just said, "Stay farther away from me. You're a bad snake!" Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!"

" Right then, Isaac arrived to pick me up. Jeremy lost it at the sight of him and bellowed, "Violet Sadler! You've been with Isaac all along, haven't you? That's why you're kicking me to the curb now!" My steps faltered for a second, but I just shook my head and kept walking. I'd barely gone a few paces when a piercing scream split the air behind me. I instinctively turned to see that Jeremy had somehow grabbed a pen. He straddled Savannah and raised the pen, looking crazed as he drove it toward her throat.

A little green snake flew out from his chest. “This is my natal voodoo bug. All you need to do is to leave a mark on it, Saintess. My life will be under your control after that.”

My eyes narrowed at him, but he swiftly moved back, masking his expression. "Keep rotting here till I come back. Bye" With that, he turned around and exited the room. I slumped my head down, trying not to scream because no one would hear it anyway. *** A few hours later, I heard a hissing sound from the corner. My eyes widened in shock. As I felt more human, there was a possibility that a snake bite could kill me. I shifted around, the action only causing the shackles to dig into my skin deeper. My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I held my breath.

It was like sealing off two completely different worlds—the one inside and the outside, where a luxury car was parked. Dad stood up. "It's too hot outside. Boltie got a heatstroke, so I took him to the clinic. I was about to come get you." He paused before adding, "Did you hear anything earlier?" Ignoring Dad's suspicious look, I glanced at the luggage. "What's going on here?" As soon as I finished speaking, Abby sneered, and her eyes were filled with contempt. "We're just cleaning up," she said. "Cleaning up?" I frowned.

I chuckled as she walks pass me and I dutifully follow. Suddenly, she stops moving, just before entering the house. I stopped too, wondering whether she's mad at me for calling her 'Crazy' or scared of how dark the room is. "Are you okay, Sandra?". I asked, a little worried. But I was so tired to entertain more drama. I switched my torch and saw her shivering and sobbing. Guilt washing over me. "There's some - thing on my - my leg'. She stuttered. I flash the light on her legs and notice a tiny green snake wrapping itself around her leg. I quickly pick up a stick and fling it away.

“My mother? I guess she passed on more than her good heart.” “I’m the Onyx Snake of Death, you think this venom is enough to kill me? You’re naïve,” he spits. His tail whips out, catching me around the throat, gripping me so tightly, that I feel like my eyes will pop out of my skull. Black spots dance along my vision quickly, and I feel my head become heavy. I try to slow down my breathing so I can get enough oxygen to not pass out and reach my tail out wrapping it around his neck as tight as I can.