Still sweating from the shock of awakening, she climbed out her window. Slowly trekking up the deserted hill in the backyard.
Sitting there she noticed the stars were unusually bright against the purply black night sky. She allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips, wondering the meanings of the strange dreams that had awakened her. Who were these brethren she ran with? What was the origin of the evil that even after she had woken she could smell thick in her nostrils? And the scratches. Always she awoke with odd sctraches and markings. Sometimes it looked like she had been mauled in her sleep….other times it was if trees had been scraped into her flesh by unseen blades. What did it mean?
Please let me know what you think and if I should finish telling her story. Thanks!
5 comments ↓
well what i think is unimportant, but i can tell you one thing, im sure as hell that u should finish telling that story…
i am really curious as to how it ends…i think you should finish it…
YEAH you should finish it!
I say most definitely finish it! (Before I finish it myself, at least in my own mind…) You write well.
Shenarlidrac
Finish it. Self-Expression is the greatest nirvana that I have found it this hell.