August 2010
2 posts
He kicked a stone into the shrubs that hovered over the path he followed. “It makes sense when I think about her,” He thought. He breathed shallow, rapid breaths and the feelings of boredom had left the moment he heard that monster scream. They were replaced with the thrill of the unknown. Now that he saw the world, it’s emptiness and death, he couldn’t help but reach,...
So she walked and walked. Her fingers brushed against the green leaves of plants all around her and they spilled their color over onto her hands, down their vines and into the sand. Her hair was brown as the bark of a maple tree; it blew under her lips and she sang, she sang as she walked. The river was nearer now and the sound of its water pounding over hard, brutal, but horribly still rocks...