This is just some stuff my English teacher had me do, but I got top marks for it (she gave me a Lvl.7 even tho at my age, we're only supposed to get Lvl.6+).
So, read on- cry, piss in your pants, laugh at my futile attempt, or scream in pain. Please comment.
(By the way, before you accuse me of copying, if you think you've seen it in quizilla, I did post it there. No one ever commented on it.)
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There was something in the shadows. I could feel it now, creeping in the darkness, waiting to catch me unawares. Paranoia gripped me. I started at every frog's croak, owls' hoot and grasshopper's song. I pinched myself.
This wasn't a dream. This was real. I became nervous and fidgety in the passing days. I felt frightened, helpless, and most of all, alone. my eyer grew puffy and spawned hideous dark circles from sleepness nights, for fear that this thing would get me, seize me from its' ever abundant, yet invisible hiding places.
The sun shone warmly on the sand, what I imagined must have been a beautiful day. But I could not find any beauty in it. Nor could I find solace in the warmth, for I could not feel it. My blood had gone ice cold, my skin was chilled, as if I'd been caught in a blizzard without gloves. I could only stare at the baking sand, emotionless, imagining what it would feel like. And yet, as it would seem, imagining my ever nearing demise.
I was an empty shell, with no purpose anymore, just wasting away the days until my torment ended.
The black crows began to circle in the sky, cawing for repentance. I broke into a run, into the jungle, into thorns and bramble bushes. My bare feet were bleeding, from things unknown. I could see it, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel pain. I was running, running to somewhere I couldn't describe, just running. My feet were tired, I was lost and exhausted, but I couldn't stop running. I had no control over my body, no power to stop. No control. No power. These words repeated in my head like a broken record. Stinging, yet true, they described the entire time on this godforsaken island...
© Xx9BlackRose9xX / mArShMaLloWs...sweeeeet 2005 ***
***Even though I regard this in the truest sense, crap, I DO NOT want to see my work copied onto your website, blog, etc. without permission asked and gained, credits paid, and tributes given (Tributes optional XD, but I'm serious about the rest). Yes, I am being full of myself to expect that anyone would want to copy it, but I'd like to hope.***
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