Wednesday, November 9, 2005

  I'm home sick. My sister's taking me to the doctor at ten, so I can finally figure out what's wrong with me.

Here's a story I wrote yesterday. It's a one shot, and I'm proud of it ^^ Feel free to comment or criticize...whatever.

No Title ^^;;;;

Thunder rumbled in the distance. On a battlefield a figure stood alone, looking about listlessly.

All around was death. Bodies lay everywhere, and the stench of death was heavy.

She looked about, turning slowly. Her chestnut eyes were narrowed in speculation, searching..

Lo, something in the distance caught her eye and she jerked her head back, staring.

Time seemed to slow, and the air taht she had sucked in a moment before seemed too big. It wrestled with her throat and her stomach, and for a moment she could not breathe. Then thunder boomed and the moment passed.

She began to run, dodging bodies, not caring when she fell and scraped her knees on the hard ground. When she arrived she fell to her knees.

He was dead. Lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. A spear was sticking up through his ribs. Dark green eyes were blank and cloudy, and his blonde hair was matted to his head with blood and dirt and goodness knows what else.

Her eyes welled up with tears. She gathered him up in her arms, avoiding the spear. She hugged him close as her tears began to fall.

As she closed his eyes and gently kissed his forehead, rain began to fall, cooling her and washing the blood away. And as her sobs racked her body and her face contorted in agony, a wolf nearby lifted its head to the weeping heavens and howled in lament, mourning with her...

~Owari~

They have no names, and it was not based on anything but my imagination.

Why don't the hairs on your arms get split ends?
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