so I wrote somthing i want to know if it is good
At exactly 10:49 P.M. on a dark damp faggy night, a man was on his phone “Yes I have already brought the trash can from the end of the driveway” he lied. “Love you too, bye. Yes, the door is locked.” he hung up and slid the phone into his pocket. Walking out of his mudroom, he took a note to lock the pincode lock on his door. On the flat concrete platform that formed his front porch, he stopped and took a deep breath of the crisp Appalachian air spiked with the scent of maple trees. Before shivering and hurriedly walking toward the trash bin.
Crunching forward on a long gravel driveway, the man's hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He hurriedly looked around back and fourt, and shook himself and kept on forward. He grasped the trash can and started back to his house when from behind he heard two hoof beats. Bracing himself, he faced what was making the noise and released a sigh of relief. A six-point white tail buck was staring at him with two forward-facing eyes. The relief quickly turns to a sense of horror as he noticed the tripel jointed legs of the deer and the lumpy turmaris bulges of mussle all over its body. Its head appeared more canine than bovine, its eyes look hungry and predatory, and its mouth is covered in a dried black substance. The beast started to slopply stand onto its back legs and stare at the man.
They stared at each other for what felt like hours. The man dropped the trash can to the gravel with a metallic crunch. He backed away slowly towards his house. The deer kept hungrily staring at him after the longest five mintest of his life, and his back finally hit the door. His hand grasped toward the nob and twisted it, and the door did not move. He silently cused himself for being somewhat responsible. Spinning quickly around, he went to unlock the door. As he did this, two loaping hoof beats shuffled towards him. Frantically, he tried his code. An angry chime came from the lock, and frantically 4 separate times this chime sounded until the lock glew red. The man then felt a hoof thud into his back, sending him into the door. The man spun around just in time to grasp its antlers, stopping its chomping mouth that more resembled a dog than a deer. His foot thudded into its tumaras chest, sending it back a few feet. He sprinted to his dusty old truck. His foot falls, encoded by the shuffling of the beast.
He flung himself into the driver seat as the antlers of the deer thuded into the metal of the door and prarced thew the metal. The truck keyed on and skidded forward. The beast was dragged along, making unnatural grunting and barking noises. The man was feeling hopeful until he ran into the trash can, causing him to lose control and go straight into a tree. The Beast tore its head from the door and rammed its antlers straight through the glass of the driver's side window into the man.
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