Thursday, September 13, 2012

Writing at last!

     Hello my fellow readers! Waymaker here! I don't get struck by inspiration often, but this morning was one of those wonderful exceptions. I have no idea what I'm doing with this, so consider a teaser of things to come. Please leave a critique in the comments!
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     Falling.
     The wind goes past my ears as the bricks loom closer.
     Falling.
     So quickly yet so slowly. It was an innocent mistake. Tripping on a loose brick.
     Falling.
     Not much time left until impact. Quickly I threw up my hands to shield my face. Surely impact would come soon. Several heartbeats passed. I moved my hands to see why I hadn't hit the ground yet. Just in time to see the bricks smash my face.
     Falling.
     I hit the bricks and kept falling. Through the bricks. Through the ground.
     What waited at the bottom was an endless black expanse. I floated there for a moment. I floated there for an eternity. Off in the distance, I spotted a human shape. As it approached, the details became apparent. A woman, about my age. Light brown skin. Dark hair, only slightly lighter than this endless void. She had eyes of the palest green, that held a knowledge eons old, contrasting with her otherwise youthful features.
     She stopped three feet away. A smile danced across her face as she looked at me.
     "Not yet, Maren," she said.
     How did she know my name?
     "Not yet, but soon. I promise. But for now, you need to go back."
     She laid her hand on my shoulder and I felt lighter, freer than I ever had. I began to rise. Out of the blackness. Up, through the ground, through the bricks, and back into my body.
     I awoke with a huge bruise on my forehead and several small scratches on my face and arms. I stood up and brushed myself off. I tried to ignore the stares from the people who had watched my fall. As I continued with my routine I tried to remember the details of my dream- was it a dream? It seemed the best explanation. As i went about my day, I decided that, strange though it was, the dream was inconsequential. Best to just ignore it.

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