Here is my piece.
(shuffling, growing red, starting to sweat...)
I had heard stories about the Mill Pond Shark. Everyone had. And stories about the boogie man too. My brother was the one who had made them seem most real with his descriptions of teeth and scales and dead staring eyes. But I had stopped believing in them even before I stopped being afraid of the dark. Less plausible than the Loch Ness monster or Bigfoot. So that sunny afternoon when I first saw it with my own eyes I assumed I had fallen asleep on the park bench.
It was warm and bright and I was tired. I had just run up and down the hills behind the pond practicing for a track meet. I sat on the bench and stretched out my legs enjoying the spring sunshine and the afternoon warmth. The park at the pond was quiet. ...
Now it is your turn!