The Yeti: A Fictional Narrative

The yeti ran from the bullies tears running down his face and snot hanging from his nose, the yeti ran far from the school grounds deep into the snowy forest. He looked up to find himself in a place he had never seen, wiping the tears from his eyes he looked around in a panic. Nothing looked familiar. He curled up on the ground and continued to cry, the yetis life was not that of joy and glee but one of abuse and traumatizing experiences. Suddenly a light split the thick clouds and the yeti could hear the sound of bells, a figure appeared in the heavenly light and to the yetis surprise it was santa and his sleigh. “Are you okay my child?” the jolly old man stuck his hand down to the yeti, “I've seen what you've been through, I've decided to …show more content…
He looked around to see that he was in a small room with a chair and a desk and a 2 large warm beds. He sat up, stepped out of the bed, and walked across the creaky wooden floor. The yeti noticed that the room had the appearance of a traditional chinese home with long white walls and red supports. He cracked open the door and peeked outside, in the distance the yeti could see a very out of place, tall flat rock at the edge of the cliff. On the rock sat Santa, but Santa seemed a bit more strange. Instead of the fat round appearance, Santa's body was muscular and toned, it was defined from years of training and hard work.They glistened in the light from water and sweat. His muscles relaxed and he took a deep breath “you're up I see, why don't you come outside and join me in my morning meditation?” the yeti slowly pulled open the door and walked outside to his left and right tall mountains layed and trees hid the small house from anyone who would ever travel this far out into the mountains. “Where are we?” the yeti said hesitantly “we are in south western China,” he responded “China? I thought you lived in the north pole?”, “Sike” santa said spinning his head around to face me “the North pole is way too cold, do you think I'm trying to get hypothermia or something?” The yeti stared at santa still in disbelief. “Now get up here and meditate with …show more content…
“I can't get up there” The yeti said as wiped the mud off of his butt, “it's too slippery” “well... morning meditation is over anyways,” santa jumped off of the rock and landed at the base “how about we start that training?” santa lifted a katana and unsheathed it, his mastery of the blade was breathtaking. Each swing, beautiful and precise. The movements fluid and free. “Please teach me!” the yeti said as he got on his knees and bowed to santa, “at least tell me your name first” santa responded, “Henry!” he replied as he looked up to see santa's large hand extending outward “take my hand and you will begin your life as an honorable, honest, and diligent student of mine. You will train harder than you ever have before. What do you say, are you in or are you

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