*Sorry this is so short! and for some reason my computer decided to not let me attach the picture to this, but here's the story anyways.
I remember the night I peered out my window at the moon for the
last time. The black coffee colored sky was blanketed with wispy clouds that sailed by quietly. I checked my watch for the millionth time. He would be waiting for me by now, and yet I stood, watching. Then, in a brief dance of time, I was journeying through the darkness. The trees waved their spindly fingers in the wind, the silence ever captivated by their performance. I could almost hear them whisper, “keep going!” as I trundled along. Several hours of traipsing about through soft forest trails has brought me here, to this glittering sapphire lagoon illuminated by the quiet light of the moon. I stare at the watery surface, gazing at the sky’s reflection. And then come the ripples, barely noticeable at first, then rapidly progressing. From the depths, bony fingers emerge, inching closer to my shadowy frame. Before I have time to react, the mysterious hand has wrapped around my neck, pulling me under. I snag a final panicky breath before losing consciousness.
Hey, don't need to apologize for it being short! Your WE is whatever you make it :)
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I really liked this! It had really good imagery. I felt as though I could see and feel everything that you described. My one criticism would be that the story didn't seem to flow. It seemed to jump from one thing to the next, without a chance to ease into much. In some cases this technique works really well, but sometimes it can make things a little difficult for readers to follow. But please do not think that this means I disliked the story at all. I really liked how short it was. It seemed to capture the imagination, just long enough to give readers something truly enjoyable.
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