I fled the house as soon as I found out. My rich red cloak flew behind me, along with the tangle of ebony waves. The sky was crying, its teardrops sealed my hair and clothes to my pale as paper skin. Where was I going?
Somnolent, but determined, I carried on running deeper and deeper into the misty wood. I wrestled with my anger and anxiety of these past few days, forcing them to the back of my head. It was like trying to climb an escalating skyscraper without using your hands- it was impossible.
I began to feel the disturbance of the environment consequently, finding it harder and harder to disguise my apprehension. "Keep going", I told myself.
The aroma smelt musky and confined. I could taste my desiccated mouth. I could feel the grief and distress of the area more and more. I felt trees cackling at me, like witches, watching my every move. I heard supportive voices in my head, only to be surpassed by a horrible, disconcerting voice.
A crash and a pop made me jump although, they were only fireworks. The smallest sounds made my heart skip a beat.
Running. Just running.
Suddenly, I find myself falling. Falling into a fathomless pit of nothing. I tried to grasp the 'Nothing', extending my arms as much as I could. I saw black. It was so black I was convinced I had my eyes closed. I could see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing but, in that nothing, I could feel something.
What was that something?
I landed. Blood trickled from the graze on my leg, seeping through and onto my skin. Sweat raced down my back. Panic stricken, I looked around. Silence.
And then I saw it.
(Got a few level 7's and 8's for this piece.)
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