Her hands slipped from the edge of the cliff. for a minute, she thought she was flying until, suddenly, she crashed into the pool of waters below her; hitting it so hard, it felt as if she'd been knocked into a concerete block.1
She began to sink; all she could feel was the cold. There was nothing, just the black... the emptiness, it was the darkness that overcome her. "Am I dying?" She thought, "I'm going to die... and it doesn't hurt. I always thought it would." That was her last rational thought before the went completely numb.2
Sitting off beside his cave: Tristam, watching the water's edge. Slowly it began to rain again, one large drop at a time... until it was impossible to see between them. He sat on the muddy ground, his arms wrappen around his legs, his legs tucked closely to his chest. The cold didn't really bother him anymore, being what He is... coldness is a human sensation. 3
He sat quietly enjoying the downpoor. Rocking back and forth, his hair drenched stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. 4
______________________________________5
to be continued........
Comments
-
@_@
woah nice nice. lovely dark imagination. your creativity in this write gives me pleasure in reading it such darkness which never fails to amaze people, especially those like me.
"The cold didn't really bother him anymore, being what He is... coldness is a human sensation."
God!! what a star you are,this line really hit me. made me think and gave a sinister arcastic smile to myself. haha. to claps to such a write, may more to come.......
-
@_@
woah nice nice. lovely dark imagination. your creativity in this write gives me pleasure in reading it such darkness which never fails to amaze people, especially those like me.
"The cold didn't really bother him anymore, being what He is... coldness is a human sensation."
God!! what a star you are,this line really hit me. made me think and gave a sinister arcastic smile to myself. haha. to claps to such a write, may more to come.......
Adding your comment:
