Stained White started off as a short story. However, like all of my short stories, it became a little damp and grew in to a novel.

Originally written by the seat of my pants and posted online. It is now a finished story still in need of a little editing. The final version will be appearing on this site over the next few months as I give it a major edit. You can check out my Facebook page or catch up to me on Twitter for updates.

Thank you for taking the time to check out my creation and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Moonlight shined the way through the dark overgrown billabong. She pushed her way through a gathering of small thin trees. Leaves battered her face and glanced off her fur as she laid back her round black ears for protection.

I have to keep going.

Her black and tan paws sunk into the moist earth. The stench of the fallen damp foliage beneath her feet stung her nose. It was all she could smell, other than her own fear. The individual drawing near her position had no sent.

She glanced behind. Was it still following? The shrubs shook behind in response. She whined and sunk her claws in deeper for more traction, kicking mud up behind her. She didn't know what would happen if it caught up. She wasn't waiting around to find out!

The forest opened into a clearing. The moonlight reflected off the dew collecting on the blades of grass, which flicked off onto her fur as she powered through.

I need distance.

A shrill cry tore through the brisk night air. Her heart raced, it was closer. She braved a look behind. The darkness moved like a shadow among the large ghost white trees. The creature darker than the night sky as it consumed any light within its path. The trees vanished as it reached out towards the panicking multi coloured African Wild Dog with long tentacle like appendages.

She yelped for help, yet there was no one to hear her cries.

An old rotten log lay in her path. Using her powerful hind legs, she jumped, tucking her white tipped tail underneath before landing on her front paws, leaping off again into a full sprint.

Can it be out run in the opening?

She turned back. The log had disappeared, devoured by the darkness surrounding her. She was going to be captured. Swallowed whole.

The tentacles reached out further until all the trees disappeared. The moonlight vanished with the stars in the sky. She stopped, the bristles along her spine stood on end as she turned back, prepared to fight with bared teeth. However, there was nothing to bite. Nothing at all, except darkness.