Short letters from a brother to another brother from the war zone. Please comment and constructively criticize.
I remembered what dad taught me today—don’t look in the eyes of a snarl. Just a little late, though.
I was in a bit of frenzy. Its eyes flared and it got really, really angry. The thing screeched and roared at me, and I didn’t have anything but my axe.
I threw my axe backwards so that the beast would run into it, but the axe ran into my leg and stuck there. It took two hours for me to digest and seven to regenerate.