Shortie Girl
03-30-2004, 05:44 AM
Hey! Hope you enjoy this oringial fiction by me. I just whipped this up a couple of minutes ago...
Summary: She has a gut feeling that something went wrong at her house and tries to get there before it's too late.
Rating: G
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It was cold. Bitter. She can feel the numbness of her fingers. The wind was blowing her hair in every direction as she walks onto the busy sidewalk. She tries to make her way through the crowd, but it was hard with the wind and people pushing. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before more wind slaps her in the face.
As she pushes her way free, she turns a corner. A corner with less people. She increases her pace with each step. She can hear her boots tapping against the hard pavement. Gushes of wind bashes her in the face again, causing her to hide her face. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before more people start taking over this path.
She's almost there. She doesn't see the light on her front porch. She's running, now. Running to get home. Running as fast as she can, not caring if people were in her way or if the wind hits her in the face. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before it's too late.
She's there. Her heart is racing, her pulse is beating fast. She gasps for breath as she reaches for the door knob. She turns it slightly and gives it a little push. Her eyes search the room from where she stands. Knowing that she was too late.
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Did you like it? I hope so. I really tried to capture her.
Summary: She has a gut feeling that something went wrong at her house and tries to get there before it's too late.
Rating: G
*~*~*
It was cold. Bitter. She can feel the numbness of her fingers. The wind was blowing her hair in every direction as she walks onto the busy sidewalk. She tries to make her way through the crowd, but it was hard with the wind and people pushing. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before more wind slaps her in the face.
As she pushes her way free, she turns a corner. A corner with less people. She increases her pace with each step. She can hear her boots tapping against the hard pavement. Gushes of wind bashes her in the face again, causing her to hide her face. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before more people start taking over this path.
She's almost there. She doesn't see the light on her front porch. She's running, now. Running to get home. Running as fast as she can, not caring if people were in her way or if the wind hits her in the face. She wants to get out of here. She needs to, before it's too late.
She's there. Her heart is racing, her pulse is beating fast. She gasps for breath as she reaches for the door knob. She turns it slightly and gives it a little push. Her eyes search the room from where she stands. Knowing that she was too late.
*~*~*
Did you like it? I hope so. I really tried to capture her.