NZLD
June 18th, 2012, 07:59 AM
Hey i know i have no special writing talent, but when im felling upset, stressed or full of anxiety i like to write descriptive texts to clear my head, i just write something small and felt like sharing it :-) All feedback welcome
im only 15 so once again i repeat, its nothing dazzling
Every step he took Felt like bones crushing beaneath his feet, every time his foot touched the ground his hearbeat become
more intense more unbareable. The continuous pulse of boiling blood made it impossible to think and the fact he new
he was not alone only intensified the situation. He persisatnly ran in the same direction every step feeling
like glass was breaking between his joints,for a breif period he felt confident - he felt alone.
But after hearing the sadistic laughs of "HIM" came to a realisation that his innevatible fate of death was only geting
closer.
He turned around and tried to get a glimpse of the last thing he knew he would see but before his brain
could engage it was too late. A single shell was the defining factor between life and death. the boy fell on his face
in share peril and suddenly his short yet productive life flashed before him. He felt the rusty, infected blade gorsly
slice through his lower thigh, the only conselation was the graceful irredidesence of the moons relfection upon the sand.
He attempted one last beg for mercy but realisticly new it would be to no prevale. Before he could get another word in,
it ended with a single bullet to the skull. His Dismantled-scolded body lay unseen, unoccumpanied for days. his killer
making an escape with his one most important piece of memorobilia - the boys battered left leg. :confused:
im only 15 so once again i repeat, its nothing dazzling
Every step he took Felt like bones crushing beaneath his feet, every time his foot touched the ground his hearbeat become
more intense more unbareable. The continuous pulse of boiling blood made it impossible to think and the fact he new
he was not alone only intensified the situation. He persisatnly ran in the same direction every step feeling
like glass was breaking between his joints,for a breif period he felt confident - he felt alone.
But after hearing the sadistic laughs of "HIM" came to a realisation that his innevatible fate of death was only geting
closer.
He turned around and tried to get a glimpse of the last thing he knew he would see but before his brain
could engage it was too late. A single shell was the defining factor between life and death. the boy fell on his face
in share peril and suddenly his short yet productive life flashed before him. He felt the rusty, infected blade gorsly
slice through his lower thigh, the only conselation was the graceful irredidesence of the moons relfection upon the sand.
He attempted one last beg for mercy but realisticly new it would be to no prevale. Before he could get another word in,
it ended with a single bullet to the skull. His Dismantled-scolded body lay unseen, unoccumpanied for days. his killer
making an escape with his one most important piece of memorobilia - the boys battered left leg. :confused: