The continuing story… Part 4 can be found here.
Darkness now engulfed her as the wind howled through the trees. Shivering from the cold, Scarlett sat curled up under a large tree; trying desperately to shield herself from the gusty winds and pelting rains. The sounds of the forest left her uneasy, and every time she heard a loud noise close to her, she strained her eyes to see what it might be. Completely worn out from the events of the day, she eventually began to doze off. She was soon startled awake when a sudden bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree. Scarlett immediately jumped up, and in her dazed sleepy state, she started running through the forest, scared for her life. As she ran, another bolt of lightning struck close by. For a brief moment, she thought she saw the dark figure of a man. Before she could look again, the light faded and the pitch black forest engulfed her once more. After being left partially blinded by the sudden flash of light and confused by what she thought she had seen, she promptly tripped over a fallen tree, causing her head to hit an old rotting stump. From that moment on, her world became a hazy blur. Her eyes wouldn’t focus any longer, and the sounds of the forest were muffled and faint. She tried to muster enough strength to pick herself up off the forest floor, but at last her body gave way to her injuries and soon only darkness remained.
To be continued… Part 6 can be found here.
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A cliffhanger, Michelle! I’m looking forward to the next installment!
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Thank you D. Glad you’re liking these. I’m using them as weekly practice pieces to get my mind moving and step out from beyond just poetry. 🙂
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I’m enjoying them. It’s fun to try new things for the writer and the reader 🙂
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It really is, although I find them terribly hard to write sometimes. I think it’s kind of the way you feel about writing poetry. I have to really be inspired, or they just don’t flow out so well.
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Sounds like it. 😀 But still fun to stretch and we get better with the practice.
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Yes we do, and your poems always amaze me. I still find it hard to believe that they don’t come easy to you. Seems like you could write them in your sleep! Lol… 😉
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Nope. The way you described needing the spark of inspiration is so true…otherwise…nothing. Ha ha.
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😉 Lol…
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