Creative Writing: The Queen of Coyote Hills

By Veronica, Grade 7

     On a crisp, airy morning, the occasional sound of birds warbling melted into short glimpses of rabbits flirting, all put together by one clean sharp scent of dewy pine and musky grass. The trees swayed in the earthy smell of fresh rain, and the weather tasted of clear lakes and fresh milk and crystal rain.

     The little girl stood at the top of a mountain, staring down with the cocky pride of a queen. Her glossy black hair was stuffed into two loose pigtails, and her colorful, baggy T-shirt billowed in the wind. She touched a hand to her trusty companion, her royal steed, her lifeline. Her bike. The little girl’s obsidian dark eyes glared at the steep, steep mountains of Coyote Hills like a prize to be conquered. 

     “Hey, wait up!” Her brother and family called to her. She looked back at them, ceasing her battle.

      “Are you actually going to go down that mountain?” Her tiny 4 year old brother demanded. He wore a dinosaur hoodie and a face obvious of incredulity. 

      “You can do it! Go ahead, bike down!” cheered the girl’s mother. The girl hesitated. She stared at the Monster of The Mountain in front of her, with its sharp branches and grainy body, grinning with its revolting, melting, gooey eyes. It dared her to go down. The little girl sharpened her gaze and squinted her eyes.

      “You’ll be fine.” comforted the girl’s father. “Just try it once!” The girl steeled her nerves. She mounted her bike and marched towards the edge of the chasm, and towards the horrible, slimy Monster of the Mountain. The girl took a deep breath. She rode her stallion towards the monster’s scaled, pungent claws, and readied her stance. The bike let out a slow creak, as the girl’s royal steed tilted slowly down, down, down, until it was on the verge of plunging into the monster’s endless jaws. Then suddenly, the bike shot forward onto the trail. 

      The girl screamed, then took off with a whoop and tore through the dry yellow grass, the scratchy, protruding branches, and down the foreboding mountains. The monster roared behind her, challenging her position as royal queen. It pushed the girl’s stallion faster and faster, until it flew. Up. Faster, and faster, till gravity was no longer in control of the queen. She soared over the cotton-candy clouds and over the appalled peasants of her city. Suddenly, the girl forgot all about the Monster of the Mountain. As she flew, she could only feel the rough, gnarled handles of her bike, encouraging her to keep on going. So the girl let go of herself and leaned forward eagerly. Her bike swooped and bounced through the old trail as she recklessly rang her bell, warning people to get out of the way. 

      Yet when she was just starting the fight with The Monster of the Mountain, she suddenly saw a big black object rapidly approaching her. ‘Tis a goblin! She thought to herself. The path was starting to end, and the bike rack of the park was precisely in her path. The girl pulled her stallion’s reins and tried to slow herself down, but the goblin, with its ugly, grinning, mug was getting closer and closer. Without knowing what to do, she braked her bike as hard as it would go, but the momentum of the ride still carried her forward. 

     She flew from her horse, landing close to the rack. The goblin grinned with its rotten, yellow, pungent, teeth, then cackled a cacophony of repugnant sounds. The girl lifted her head and glared at the goblin. It hurtled away from the queen, fearing her power.

      The queen slowly got to her feet. She lifted her helmet off her tangled pigtails, and stared. Her stallion looked fine. She did not look fine. Red, Swollen lip. Tongue tasting like blood . Skinned knees. Messy hair. A big, purple, bruise on her arm. But the queen did not wallow in despair at her wounds, instead, a big grin appeared on her face. She looked back at the monster she had conquered. It was as tall as the sky and as scary as jumping off a 3 story building before, but it didn’t seem as tall now. Heck, it didn’t even look scary anymore. The queen lifted her head to the sky and proudly waited for her family to catch up. The Queen of Coyote Hills had defeated yet another monster.