Saturday 4 September 2010

His girl


Where was she, his girl. He gazed at his watch lying in his shaking hands. ten past six. She was laste. She was always so punctual. Where could she be? A shadow appeared far away in the forest.
There she is, he thought to himself. His stumbling feet carried him over the ground as he moved towards her. Where was she going? He followed, watching as her hair blew across her back. Her beautiful red hair which always smelled like flowers. He imagined the smell of it. She danced so gracefully over the leafs, not making a sound. He on the other hand could hear the leaf crush under his feet. Finally she turn around to look at him. A faceless creature stared at him. There was no soul in sight. There were none of her pretty eyes, lips or cheeks. It had all vanished. Suddenly the creature started running, and he couldn't do other than run after her. He did. She led him to a graveyard. Dissapear she did. She left him motionless. He now stared at a grave. A grave he knew very well. Here she rested, his girl. This was where she rested. He gazed at his watch again. Still ten past six. She was gone.
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I don't know why I've started this storytelling thing but I enjoy it. I've had a good day today.
 Hope you had too.

8 comments:

Amalie Ystebø said...

Kjempefintbilde! Du har fin blogg : )

miriam said...

Tusen takk :)

camilla said...

fint bilde :D

helene said...

wow drit bra skrevet !

miriam said...

åh. tusen takk :D

Tonje said...

Du har en veldig fin blogg :)

Martha said...

Så fint bilde!

Miriam said...

tusen takk :)