my first attempt at a short story # 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A little story I've started recently. Its just something that came into my mind while listening to some music. Its short but hopefully you will like it... thanks for reading!!!

I feel a cold hand grip hard against my neck. I try to scream but the hand was crushing out my cries for help. I pull and tug at the hand but my strength was fading. The hands nails pierce my moonlit skin leaving slight cuts deep to the point of bleeding. Visions race through my mind, the scared faces of those i had killed in war, screams and yells, bullets whizzing past my head, my family trying to help me. I lost it all.

I start to cry, tears flowing freely as i try to beg, try to explain but, the hand just grips harder. I feel close to the edge, the sound of myself, would have made me laugh back in the day. Another vision appears in my quickly diminishing sanity. My family... they were the only thing keeping me alive. I feel my fear grow and i started to feel drained. I bet i looked crazy like a sniveling coward.

I feel my heart race, my eyes catch the hands owner eyes, they were a deep foreboding emerald. They shone brightly in the pale moonlight. It felt like they were pireceing my soul. The hand that held me in such a way was crushing out the last rements of my life out of me. I fall to the ground almost dead as the emerald eyes walked away leaving me dazed and confused but, thank god i was alive...


Submitted: April 02, 2012

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VelvetAssassin

This was really good, short, sweet but sure as hell grabbed my attention! Good Job xx

Mon, April 2nd, 2012 3:45pm

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