So here is a story I have been writing for sometime... I should post bits and peices over periods of time. If not jump on my case about it!
It was raining and the sky was black with only sudden signs of light every time thunder struck the night air. The trees shook with furry as the wind blew them and stopped every time a car would drive by. His car was warm as it drove down the dark street. He hoped he would get there in time. But what was he looking for? A person he knew that, but who? He didn’t even know where he was heading, only that he had to reach the point before it was too late. The car slowed down as he reached his destination, a canal. But why a canal? He didn’t even know himself except that he had to hurry. He opened the door and ran, the mud collecting on his shoes. He was on the wooden path of the canal now its old uses ended way back almost 30 years ago and it was deserted.
His boots were leaving trails of mud on the wooden path along the side of the water it was slick and he had to keep his footing when he ran down it. Up ahead, he kept in his mind hoping he would reach them soon. Up ahead, just upahea- he slipped. The mud wasn’t helping him keep his balance as he tried to replace it before he fell but he was already on his back. Hurry he told him self again trying to get up but slipping again this time too far and over the edge of the wooden path. His elbow hit the plank of wood keeping the canals path up as he fell causing it to cave in around him. His leg was caught on something and it was pulling him down. Down into the darkness of the canal but suddenly he wasn’t in the water but falling, falling threw the now blue and sunny skies.
The heart that was beating under his breast was skipping passes. What was going on how did he get here? His body was still wet but he wasn’t even near the canal he just was drowning in. He turned the air hitting his body. Still falling, he knew it would end he saw the ground getting closer and closer his heart beating to fast for him to handle now. His face and hair still dripping wet and was almost as if it was being blow dried. Something stopped him in mid air...He wasn’t wet his face was just soaked in sweat it was only a dream, a dream he had been having over and over in the last few nights.
It gets better I promise!
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