By Chelsea K.
It was a dark fall evening. Only moments before, choosing the longer scenic route home had seemed like a good idea, but now I was immediately regretting it. The wind began to blow, rustling the leaves around me, and the moon cast shadows off the trees, creating an eerie feel to the path around me. The night seemed abnormally quiet and my heart raced within me with every newly made step. Soon, all I could hear was my own feet padding quickly along the dirt. Something was wrong, but i kept going for fear of what would happen if I stood still. After awhile, i realized that the path i was almost jogging down now was not the way home. I squinted in the darkness behind me, trying to see if i had missed the right path a ways back, but nothing was visible now. Panicked, i ran, having no sense of direction, hoping i might find my way. But it seemed to no avail. I was lost. Tears ran down my face as i made my way through the night. Suddenly, a flood of light appeared in the clearing ahead and a girl, lying on a stone bench, wept. I crept closer. Slowly, I approached the weeping girl, sneaking quietly into the light. "Are you alright?" I whispered, peering down at her. For a moment, nothing happened, so I gently tapped her shoulder. But it was when the girl lifted herself to look at me that all my fears were explained. This wasn't a girl sitting on a bench. It was a witch. Suddenly, it was if all my nightmares were coming true when the old, wrinkly hag latched her icy cold fingers onto my wrist and dragged me away. We were sinking deeper into the darkness before I passed out.
It was a dark fall evening. Only moments before, choosing the longer scenic route home had seemed like a good idea, but now I was immediately regretting it. The wind began to blow, rustling the leaves around me, and the moon cast shadows off the trees, creating an eerie feel to the path around me. The night seemed abnormally quiet and my heart raced within me with every newly made step. Soon, all I could hear was my own feet padding quickly along the dirt. Something was wrong, but i kept going for fear of what would happen if I stood still. After awhile, i realized that the path i was almost jogging down now was not the way home. I squinted in the darkness behind me, trying to see if i had missed the right path a ways back, but nothing was visible now. Panicked, i ran, having no sense of direction, hoping i might find my way. But it seemed to no avail. I was lost. Tears ran down my face as i made my way through the night. Suddenly, a flood of light appeared in the clearing ahead and a girl, lying on a stone bench, wept. I crept closer. Slowly, I approached the weeping girl, sneaking quietly into the light. "Are you alright?" I whispered, peering down at her. For a moment, nothing happened, so I gently tapped her shoulder. But it was when the girl lifted herself to look at me that all my fears were explained. This wasn't a girl sitting on a bench. It was a witch. Suddenly, it was if all my nightmares were coming true when the old, wrinkly hag latched her icy cold fingers onto my wrist and dragged me away. We were sinking deeper into the darkness before I passed out.
Awesome! Loved it!
ReplyDeletethanks, girl! now i have to go read yours ;)
ReplyDeleteAwesome Chelsea! I would never have thought to make it from an outsider's point of view. Awesome job!:)
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