Prologue
okok.....no posts..jus a story...the start of one..i'm trying out writing again...pls gimme any suggestions.....the story wil be influenced, one way or another, by ur suggestions....ty!
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He ran. He panted heavily, his slingbag banging painfully into his side.
He ran. Every step sending a spray of mud into his shoes.
He ran. The mist hugged the ground dearly, like a mother holding her dear child.
He ran. The road stretched on forever, no end in sight. Impossibly tall hedges flanked the road, running as far as the road went, running as far as he would run.
He ran.
A grey rock sat menacingly, hidden in the mud. He tripped, fell head over heels, heels over head, before landing onto the ground. His once pearly white shirt and pearly white teeth were now drenched in mud. He pulled himself off the pathway and set on the grass, leaning onto the hedge, and started to weep. He weeped not for the pain that now stung his leg, but tha pain of losing the one person who was always there for him in the past, stolen away in the present, and for as far as he could see, there was no future. The ever thickening mist did not help much either. He rested his head between his knees, trying to keep out the coldness of void away. Weak and futile.
A grey arm stretched out from the hedge and rested on his sholder. Gentily, like a bird pearching on a branch, yet firm, like the talons of the bird. He felt comforted, that he was not alone, no longer alone. he rested his head on the back of the hand, breathing gently onto it. It was then he jolted. He jumped, look back, just to see in time as the hand shrank away into the hedge, a titanium ring on the ring finger.
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16 October, 2006 at 10:33 pm
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