I realised all too late that the creature hadn’t been intent on killing me, but instead intent on retrieving the mysterious item I had found that morning. It was nothing less than a miracle that I was still standing, and even more miraculous that I was actually willing and ready to fight to keep it. I had to protect it, to protect the world.
(I’m a little obsessed: http://oneword.com/.)
I’m also trying to keep each day’s paragraph linked some how so that it builds up a story. I can’t see it lasting though.)