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Oct. 15th, 2012 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrmHad a bit of a writing block for a while there (plus I was actually *gasp* busy at work). The fun thing about this is little project is that I'm pretty much flying by the seat of my pants. It's kind of awesome.
Tears
The boat bobbed on the dark water. Anne’s hand gripped the side, splinters threatening her clamped fingers. She didn’t know what was happening to her.
She stared up at the moon as it peeked over the surrounding trees. Her heart still pounded in her chest, adrenaline and fear her only evidence that she was still alive.
“Where do you want to go?” The girl asked, her voice rising and fall with the lapping of the waves; her savior, her imaginary friend, the girl too lucky to be real.
“I don’t know,” Anne said. A lump rose in her throat, a sob or a scream. “Away,” she whispered.
The boat eased forward, slowly gathering momentum as it glided downstream. Anne panted around the block in her throat, the weight in her chest.
She had nowhere to go.
Tears seeped down her face, the wind drying them into itchy scabs. Her breath hitched and she buried her face in her arms to muffle her howls.
The world was dark and she had nowhere to go.
Moon (Previous) < - > Spirit (Next)
Tears
The boat bobbed on the dark water. Anne’s hand gripped the side, splinters threatening her clamped fingers. She didn’t know what was happening to her.
She stared up at the moon as it peeked over the surrounding trees. Her heart still pounded in her chest, adrenaline and fear her only evidence that she was still alive.
“Where do you want to go?” The girl asked, her voice rising and fall with the lapping of the waves; her savior, her imaginary friend, the girl too lucky to be real.
“I don’t know,” Anne said. A lump rose in her throat, a sob or a scream. “Away,” she whispered.
The boat eased forward, slowly gathering momentum as it glided downstream. Anne panted around the block in her throat, the weight in her chest.
She had nowhere to go.
Tears seeped down her face, the wind drying them into itchy scabs. Her breath hitched and she buried her face in her arms to muffle her howls.
The world was dark and she had nowhere to go.
Moon (Previous) < - > Spirit (Next)