The Greenhouse Effect

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is just a product of 3 random words and an experimental author. Review if you like or have any constructive critasism. Thanks!

Submitted: June 11, 2011

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The Greenhouse

 

Terrin ran; ran like the wind; ran like the very devil was behind her, which incidentally, might very well be true. Oh gods, what have I gotten myself into? A terrifying scene ran through her head, one which had caused her to fall into this mess, all starting with the greenhouse…

 

Terrin walked at a leisurely pace, not in hurry to reach anywhere, not in a hurry to do anything, but just walk for the sake of walking. The day was bright, with birds singing, squirrels skipping, and the sun shining as if there was no tomorrow. The rays bounced off the naked, ice-coated branches of the great maple and oak tress, making them seem ethereal. The ground crunched with each step the Terrin took, the only sign of the fallen leaves hidden by the soft, white snow. But, odd enough, with each step that Terrin took, the quieter the once-lively forest became. Terrin tilted her head in a confused manner but shook off the peculiarities as but a small mishap, refusing to believe that which almost sounded like a warning.

 

Terrin eventually reached her daily refuge from her busy life; a small, abandoned greenhouse. As far as she knew, no one had been to this part of the wood, let alone the greenhouse for a couple of years, other than her of course. So, she would try to come here as frequently as her schedule allowed, especially when she was feeling a little down, and walk among the aisles of the still healthy, growing plants, and think in the cozy area in peace.

 

But as she beheld her small haven, she sensed that something was different today. It wasn’t so much the open door or the dislodged snow, as much as the air around the greenhouse. Terrin suddenly recalled the silence of the forest.

 

As the redhead, slowly, made her way across the open space to the greenhouse door, she couldn’t help but look about her in a cautious, panicked sort of way.  The skin at the back of her neck prickled, as if the body knew that once it saw whatever was in the greenhouse, it would see nothing else again. When Terrin peeked around the door, she noticed nothing out of the ordinary. She tip-toed into the plant-filled building and hadn’t walked even a couple of steps that she froze. Voices. Whispers. Pleadings. “Oh, god please no, I’m sorry, can fix it, I swear I can fix it, just give me a chance, please, just another chance. No, no! NOOOOO-! The gun fired, stopping the man’s screams halfway through. And that’s when Terrin made her biggest and final mistake. She gasped. The sound echoed around the wide room and just one command was uttered, “Get her.”…

 

And so, Terrin ran but was not fast enough. The threat gained behind her and before she was able to barely get half way across the empty area outside the greenhouse, a gun sounded, pain exploded momentarily in her head and then, she knew no more. Blood stained the once pure snow as her lifeless body thudded on the ground, where she would be buried unknowingly to the outside world. Terrin Berwick was no more.

 

And so, her once refuge, her safe haven, was her bane.


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