Marta was ten houses away from home and the closer she got, the more she shivered, dreading that one step that will swallow her inside, pass her iron security door and inside her enclosed porch. She looked at the houses that hugged each side of the street. All of them had enclosed porches with wrought iron doors that secure their homes as well. The only difference was the color of the houses. Some were pastel pinks, buttery yellows, and mint greens. She noticed that no mattered how colorful they were, they all looked just as opaque in the dark, as the other houses that weren’t painted; those houses with grey concrete blocks and symmetrical line patterns of cement like hers. She stared at the path ahead. The streets of her neighborhood …show more content…
She extended her hands forward as if to catch the crystals as they were, but they gathered in a puddle in her cupped hands. Every beautiful thing she had, always melted just like that when she tried to hold on to it. She felt the water fall like needles in her bare arms. She let the water on her hands fall and covered her shoulders, realizing she was wearing a white tank top. She looked down and saw the white maxi skirt. She had to hurry home before everything beneath showed. She started to speed walk on the unfinished street, one part pitch black with asphalt and the other gray with dirt and broken pavement that was now turning to mud. She stepped on little pebbles and rocks that poked her slippers and hurt the sides of her feet. Every time it rained like this the water would rush to the center of the Y, where there was a deep hole that swallowed the water. No one knew how deep it was and she didn’t think anyone ever wondered, except her. The hole greeted her on her way home from work every evening like now. It always asked her when she’d have the courage to fall into it as it asked her now. The neighbors were hurrying past her to their homes in a blur. She imagined they all came from the grocery store down the Y. Marta hated going there at night. It terrified her. It was so loud she could hear the music and the shouting men playing Dominoes while she lay awake at night. She thought of her neighbors that turned
Amidst the swirling ripple of faceless people meandering around fire hydrants, pedestrian signs, and ragged newspaper stands, he stood; embedded within the relentless stream of continuous people trickling by him. The occasional nudge threatened to dislodge his balance as he gazed across the road where two buildings laden by carmine shaded bricks separated. The same two buildings he walked directly pass early in the dewy morning and late in the brisk evening weather everyday for the past two decades. Surely he knew every wondering power line and dimly lit alley of the surrounding neighborhood? Yet something glimmered from in between the impossibly small gap separating the buildings. His conscious turned from thought to action as he leapt from the scuffed curb and into the high voltage current of traffic without a second
Underneath her bare feet she could feel the coarse hail dig into her skin. She pushed through the pain and heard a branch snap behind her. Her hair whipped towards the sound and was met with piercing white eyes in the darkness. The slow, deep, heavy breathing began to chuckle and
Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.
As she walked slowly on it now just occurred that at this rate, she would die. The blood loss was too much and even if she tried to go back, she wouldn’t have enough energy to jump back over the fence. She sighed and stared at the blood trail again… it was streaming down towards the lake. Eliza cocked her head sideways, and she slowly stepped forward… and then another step. Entranced, she began to quicken her pace, ignoring the throbbing in her wounded leg. And then, at the edge of the water, as if she couldn’t even control her body, her legs stiffened and she wobbled there for an uncomfortably long moment. Then, as if an invisible hand had slammed onto her back, she fell in. She tried to swim to the surface, but the cold, hard grip of the hand was still there, and she still couldn’t move. At first it felt almost comforting, the inability to control the fact that she would probably drown, after all… nobody would care. And then all of a sudden, as if on command, she was flung downward. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the piercing sting of the water smacking her eyes, and then, as if out of a dream, she could breath
I watched Emily run through the rain like it was the best thing that ever happened to her. She loved it. I however did not. Coming to get me I guessed as I heard her bound up the stairs. ¨I know you hate the rain hollie but you should come out.” She said. I was nine at the time and afraid of a lot of things. ¨No! I don't like the rain and I never will.” She then proceeded to pull me over her shoulders and carry me outside into the storm. Within a minute my flaming red curly hair was dark maroon wet and straight. ¨How do you know you won't like it if you won't even step of the steps when it does.¨ I cautiously stepped of the stem into the dirt at the bottom of the stone steps and felt the mud squish between my toes. It felt funny but I like it. I smelt the rain and looked around at the wet grass with the water on it. It was alluring. But before I could touch it I felt coldness all around me and looked up to see my sister with a bucket. We played outside for what felt like hours till Father came to get us. Then I loved the rain and every storm no matter what time it was my sister and I would go outside and play in the
I continue straightforward, only to see that the streetlights were malfunctioning. The darkness creeps onto the street and surround the street like a veil. I stop and begin to search neighbouring streets that may lead to alternative routes. This sudden epiphany of being alone in the dark sends a chilling trepidation like a person being held hostage at a gun-point range. ‘What if the robbers and serial murders were hiding in the dark, waiting, to strike me at a unsuspecting instance,’ I thought. The rain had stopped. I gulped and taste the air; humid, warm and wet. Disgusting. It had reminded me bitter memories of my experience with mosquitoes. I took a deep breath and went inside the
“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”
Walking down the dusty, deserted streets was much scarier than she’d expected. During the day people roamed the streets, women donning large hats that covered their faces from the unforgiving sun while men ran about in their caps. Now though, everyone was safely in their homes, young children tucked into bed by their parents with blankets pulled high up underneath their chins, stomachs full with food touched by their mothers’ love. The only thing that moved was the dust shuffled beneath her shoes that billowed behind her. The quiet was quite eerie and slowly built up fear inside of her, making her steps rigid and awkward. Minerva tried to calm herself, slow her breathing. But halfway out of town she heard the shuffle of feet behind her, distinct and intense in the lull, and something inside her snapped. Minerva began running, clumsy feet rushing forward in panic, not exactly sure what was behind her but terrified anyway. She had to get out. This was her only chance. If she didn’t catch it all was lost-
Soon, it is morning and I look at my phone to find a text message from Brynn. It said: Meet me at The Rock at 10:00. I rush down stairs to find my mom looking at the back of a pancake box while stirring batter.
A fellow member has discovered a new world, your mission is to do recon in..." He paused, confusing Xion and Roxas. "...Hollow Bastion." Saïx gave them the mission report and left abruptly.
The young teenager stumbled through the forest wearing ragged clothes and jeans smeared with dry mud and dirt. The wind rushing against his cheeks made the tears dry out and sting his face. His thongs flipping up and down as he ran. He spotted a dry creek just at the tip of his eye and headed towards it. He lay down exhausted panting and catching his breath, sobbing.
A few days after the drop, Marcel drove by to visit the farmhouse—this time during the day and dressed in his Rexist uniform. Inside the farmhouse, he revealed the reason for his visit.
As soon as she let off the ledge her body flooded with regret, but there was no going back now. As she hit the bottom crashing into the water and rocks the cold stung every inch of her like a thousand knifes. The pain over stimulated her brain causing her to lie there in the water for a while. “Am I dead?” she thought. She sat up struggling from the pain in her legs and back, looking around trying to find a way out of the water she shuffled through the wet rocks to the edge; it was
I dipped my feet into the cold water as shivers ran through my spine. The rocks poke me as nails poking my leg. As I take a step my nail scraped a rock. SHREEEEEEEEK screeches a sound like nails on a chalkboard. Sanju sticks her fingers into her ears and sighs as a smell of breath pours out of her mouth. As we kept walking the water raised higher and higher. I looked I looked down at my jeans shorts. From a few steps the water had raised up to my waist and my unprepared outfit was soaking. My light blue jeans were no longer light blue anymore. They were dark, dark blue. Darker than …. I could even think. I could see Sanju trying not to laugh. I didn’t say anything because I knew she didn’t really mean it. I looked around and saw people’s eyes hit me like if it was raining. They weren’t looking at me, but they were looking at our soaked outfits.
Now finally alone, drowning in the rain, a young girl lays still on the railroad, awaiting for her hopeful demise. She had become lost, her past few days. She threw herself into the unknown and ran away from what she conceived to be a harbinger of doom. The whistle was heard at last, the steam emerged, her smile rose and soon all would turn black...