Prologue to a story...
I'm sinking. I can't breathe. The water sucks me in like a hungry monster. I can just see the bubbles floating up from my mouth and disappearing up to the shimmering light that I knew was the surface. If I could just ... No. My arms are dead and my legs are weak. So I stay still, letting the water's playful hands lower me deeper and deeper. My eyelids feel heavy and I let myself close my eyes. I feel the water seeping into my lungs, burning a path of fire down my trachea. I know this is the end. A cloak of blackness envelopes me and I welcome it gladly. I open my weary eyes once more to take one last glance at the beauty of the mocking sun shining its beams into the water: There there, the sun whispers. You're safe now. You stay still there. We'll take care of you. I would have sighed with content if I wasn't suspended in water. I smiled instead, feeling completely at ease. The last thing I see before I shut my eyes for the last time is a blurred figure, frantically kicking its limbs t
Ready to Die
Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind m
The Power of Rain
I gasped as the rain dripped down my back. Some would say that rain was a bad omen; some would say that rain made the day miserable. But me? For me, rain is my life. Rain is what keeps me going. Whilst some may look out of the window and groan like wilting flowers as they see the clear crystals pelting from the clouds, but me? When I see the rain, I smile so hard I feel my cheeks burning; but what do I care? It's raining!
Today was not unlike any other day. I had opened my bedroom curtains - fingers, toes, eyes, arms and legs crossed - hoping with all my might that it might be raining, that I might be able to feel the petting of the droplets again.
My prayers seemed to speak to the skies. Outside within seconds, I squelched barefoot through the sodden field, letting the watery mud ooze through my toes. I leapt and skipped in the puddles, letting the heavenly, salty tears of the sky wash the dirt from my skin. Looking up into the sky, I stretched my mouth in a gleeful laugh, drinking in