Distant FootstepsIt didn't take me long to realize that I was being followed, the maniacal laughter coming from a ways behind me kind of tipped me off. I broke into a run, running down the dark wet road as quickly as I could. Nobody wanted to be stuck outside of town at night; all sorts of creepy things were rumored to have been spotted at night outside Keesville. And I was unlucky enough (or stupid enough) to have decided a walk would be fun, and at eight o'clock on a fall night too. Not the smartest decision on my part. I scowled, running faster. Footsteps echoed behind me, running faster as I ran faster. Whatever it was was catching up, the footsteps com
Untitled story chapter 1Chapter 1.Sarra scowled, poking the ground with a stick aimlessly. Half a day into the forest and already she was completely lost, had no food at all (the result of an unexpected and unfortunate encounter with a rather angry wyvern, which resulted in the loss of her backpack) was tired, and it looked like it was most likely going to rain. Worst day ever. And it was almost night. Ugh.She sighed, standing up, rubbing her bare arms. It was rather cold out. She pulled her long white hair into a braid, flipping it back over her shoulder. There was no point in staying here; it was just as bad a place to get wet as any other. Deciding to go find
Untitled story chapter 2Chapter 2. Sarra screamed involuntarily as she fell backwards, towards the ground. Suddenly something hit her in mid-air, driving all the air out of her lungs. It flung her sideways, knocking her into a pile of dead leaves. Which would have been pleasant, if they hadn't been soaking wet and half rotten. She sat up, spluttering. Leaves in her mouth, yuck! She stared at the scene in front of her with a completely dazed and befuddled expression on her face. Aaron was in almost the same predicament as her- except he was sprawled on a tree branch, rubbing his head. As she watched, the branch gave an ominous crack, sinking lower to the ground
Untitled story chapter 3Chapter 3. They tromped through the woods for some time without saying a single word, Brianna first, then Aaron, and then Sarra last, feeling nervous, depressed, and annoyed at the same time. She wasn't liking Brianna, and she had barely even met her. How was she going to do this? Sighing, she decided to concentrate on walking. And ignoring the rain. And thunder. And intermittent flashes of lightning. They kept walking. And walking.And walking.And so on, and so on, etc. Until Sarra felt so tired that she couldn't walk another step, and her legs seemed about to collapse under her. It seemed like they had been walking for hours!"We'