Disappointed

I'm rather disappointed recently, for I am unable to produce any piece that I am satisfied with. Many ideas have come and gone, mostly for long stories. I have given up any hope for developments for long stories, for the past 4 long stories that I have written did not reach any where, and I do not think they ever will end. This is the 5th one, and I have not thought of any titles for it, but here is what i have written so far. Not that I actually expect this story to end, but i really cannot write any short ones recently for reasons unknown to even myself. This one lacked many things, to me, that is. It lacks descriptions, is rather confusing and misleading to me. I will be making changes soon. Bare with it.

“Where am I?” Jake muttered to himself as he sat up.

“Nowhere,” replied something that looked rather similar to a wolf, but stronger, and larger.

Its coat was blood red, and its fangs were larger and sharper than a normal fang. Its size was similar to that of a horse.

Instead of being frightened by the beast, Jake growled, “It doesn’t make sense at all.”

“It is not supposed to.”

“What are you?”

“Something.”

“That doesn’t make sense either.”

“Stop asking ridiculous answers, will you?”

“Then give me a proper answer!” Jake bellowed.

He felt irritated by the “something”.

“If you ask a proper question, I will give you a proper answer,” the beast seemed to be totally relaxed, and that irritated Jake.

They sat there in silence for a while, and then Jake began to understand the situation.

“I want to go home!” he began whimpering.

“Quiet.”

“I WANT TO GO HOME!”

The beast suddenly stood up and growled at the bush.

“Warfire, you are befriending a human again,” another beast, similar to Warfire, emerged from the bush.

This creature’s coat was pure white, without a single marking on it.

“Snowclaw!” hissed Warfire, “what do you want?”

“That human with you, is suppose to be an offering.”

“I don’t care. I am sick of it, offering after offering. Why don’t we just launch an attack on the other party? I don’t want to be bossed around anymore!”

“That will start a war! We are the Peacemakers! We are supposed to avoid war at all cost!”

“You are so naïve if you believe that good will actually win evil. That is in stories, stories! Fight poison with poison, good will never win evil. We are far stronger that those cat like creatures. We can win the war!”

“That is so not true!” growled Snowclaw.

Another creature, one slightly larger that Warfire, pounced out from the bush and pinned Jake to the ground.

“Offering,” it spoke.

Jake was sick of being so helpless around those creatures and being treating like nothing but a mere turkey, ready to be slaughtered and served as a meal.

“I AM NOT AN OFFERING!” he yelled.

For a moment, all the wolves’ eyes seemed to be fixed at something distant, and they spoke together.

“Not an offering…”

Jake was rather satisfied with himself when he felt energy being drained from him rapidly.

“Stop, stop STOP!” he pleaded in pain and desperation.

The feeling just stopped. The wolves returned to the way they were before he said that he was not an offering. A second later, all of them collapsed.