Thursday, June 23, 2011
Continuing Story, Part 1.
She looked at the cliff below her shaking feet that barely held up her shattered body. Beneath her blood-covered toes was nearly a mile of nothing, which broke violently into jagged rocks and waves thrashing in anticipation of her arrival.
This was it. The end of her life.
She whirled around in terror as the horde of men and women flew out of the jungle like angry panthers ready to eat their damaged prey. The glistening of their knifes and scythes sparkled in the moonlight. Her very bones nearly shook themselves apart in panic as their high pitched screams of delight drew closer.
In the last bit of bravery she could muster, she turned around and jumped. Her tattered dress flailed violently as she tumbled head over feet to the rocky tempest below her.
She was ready to let go. Ready to let go of the last five years of her life. Ready to let go of the torture she endured. The cages, beatings. All of it.
She was ready to meet her end.
But her end did not visit that moonlit night, for as she began to feel the ocean spray across her face, and the jagged rocks rising in greedy anticipation of smashing her already broken body, a firm hand grabbed her, and strong arms held her, as she suddenly felt a rush of air to her side.
Her body, now completely limp, was thrown around a bit as this figure held her, carrying her from the torrent of hate and cacophony of death swirled behind her.
As she drifted into sleep, she caught a glimpse of his face. A strong, confident and kind face. Her last memory was that of two other figures behind him, with nearly the came kindness on their faces as well.
Perhaps today was not the day she would die after all.
To be continued.
This will be a continuing story. Have fun reading! (Style is stream of consciousness.)
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