Writing has always been a form of stress relief in my life.
Every since the age of twelve I’ve been creating my own characters and worlds. At first writing was simply for myself, a dream out of wisps of thoughts, imaginations, and the things made of clouds…intangible. However I’ve found that sharing those precious moments and lighthearted fantasies is just another reason to write. Without further ado please enjoy this excerpt:
“I made sure to show up at breakfast, my Aunt was going to see me that day to know I had not run away. But as I grabbed my packed dinner, I know no more dilly-dallying, no more chores, no more working for Auntie, I was going straight to the forest. I did lead the cows to pasture, but then started across the field with nothing but my frayed overalls and my dinner. My legs were a little shaky, for I was doing a bold thing. Every time I looked at the dark Forbidden Forest my strength quailed within me.
My heart was thumping louder than the farmer boy across the way was yelling at his dumb cow that was eating up our garden. I said goodbye to the freshly turned dirt, squelching under my bare feet and oozing between my toes. I said goodbye to the brown fields full of stubble and plants just beginning to grow, to the dew on blades of grass, the wide sky of promise and everything I had ever known. I didn’t know how I’d far, but all the same I was going to the Forbidden Forest, never to be seen by anyone in my village again.
If only I had known my Aunt had sent a spy to follow me. They pay large amounts of money for maids in the Little Country, but how was I supposed to know? I was just beginning to clearly see the great, luminous trees when I heard a thunder of hooves behind me. I looked and saw the law coming down on my head. The authorities were chasing me, to bring me back, but I could not, world not go back. I saw their arrows pointed at me and panicked. I was on a long, wide plain, and there was nowhere to hide, no way I could run to the forest and reach it before them.
But, as that was my only hope, I ran off, bare feet flying over the ground. Two arrows whizzed past quickening my pace, but the forest seemed no nearer. I glanced back in a frenzy. Closer their great horses came, and now their aims were surer. I pounded my feet across the grass, but my breath was coming short for fear they would catch me, I could run no faster.
Suddenly I felt a fire of fury slide into my shoulder…
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I’d love to hear your thoughts as more stories as always in the works!