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Posting Every Day~New Story |
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I will post a new entry every day, so that means either random thoughts or a short story. I have one in mind.... So I'll do my best to write a big junk of it today, but I have a feeling it's gonna be long. c:
Part 1
She was running hard. Her feet beating the ground like a drum, her sneakers slapping the cold rock and gliding over logs and scattered limbs. She could hear panting behind her and she turned back to see an evil face smirking, she turned back around when she came across the log. The log that stubbed her toe, and then gravity kicked in. She stuck her hands out, thinking it would break her fall. But she felt a tug on her shirt and she snapped back. Like a rubber band. She skidded on her feet and still felt a hand on her back.
"No! No! Let me go!", she flailed her arms, thinking whoever it was that chased her would be stunned. But she stopped when she heard a chuckle, she turned her head to get a look at their face but what she was faced with was a massive block of wood. It hit her right on the left side of her head, she was knocked out immediately.
Okay, I have to go but that's part 1, there's only 2 parts... Thanks for reading!!!
Part 2
Her eyelashes fluttered, she looked up at a beige ceiling. She lifted her head, she gasped. She was wearing a white dress adorned with a black lace sash. She looked at her arms, white gloves crawled up her forearm to her elbow. She lifted her feet, white heels and black stockings. She sat up, light blonde hair fell down her shoulders. She was stunned, last time she checked she has jet black hair that she always tied up in a loose bun, she touched the tips of her curly locks and looked up. She was in a wide room, she was laying on a velvet couch with a small table at it's side. She examined a large table and matching chairs in the back of the open room.
"You've woken.", an old man with gray hair and a long thin cane shuffled by her side. He had bags under his eyes and appeared weary. "You've been asleep for 3 hours, it's quite late.", he pulled a chair up to the side of the couch. "You should try to stand up.", he held out his hand. She hesitated, but took it. She stood up, but her legs were shaky.
 Wurlee · Wed Jan 05, 2011 @ 04:16am · 0 Comments |
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