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I yelped in pain, crumbling to my feet. Xavier spun around and skidded to a stop. My hand flew to the back of my neck. I felt the feeding tube protruding from my tender flesh. The end was caught on a branch. Xavier unhooked the tube and looked at the back of my neck.
“We have to remove it.”
His tube had been torn when we had both set off running from the facility. My lips quivered. I didn’t want him to rip it out. I could already imagine the paralyzing pain.
“It’s going to hurt but the pain will pass. We have to keep running.”
After a long pause, I nodded. I stared up to distract myself. The trees swayed, obscuring my vision of the sky. With my fist in my mouth, I bit down. Suddenly, pain scorched my spine.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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I felt the cold wind nip at my neck. Footsteps, the sound of drums pounding in my head. Reverberating from tree to tree. The voices came next. The howling tormented bellows tearing through the forest. I saw the leaves move. Haunted by the breeze, the passing angels. I knew they were there, but I could not see them.
I was still. If I stayed still they couldn’t see me either. I know that they too could sense my presence. I refused to move an inch. I did not even dare to breathe. I kept the oxygen that was left welled up in my lungs. I latched on tightly to each molecule hoping that it wouldn’t run out. That they would move on. Seconds passed, and I felt a nagging ache in the back of my neck. I felt my lungs begin to flex and my lips begin to quiver. I had to hold out; but I wasn’t strong enough.
So I ran. I haven’t stopped running. They are not angels. They are ghosts.
They will always find me.
A haunting ending! I really liked how you built the tension and mystery. There was always a sense of dread but you weren’t sure if it was because of someone of these “ghosts” that keep being referenced. An intriguing piece. Thanks for contributing this week, Devin. 🙂
Very good! Very creepy sounding!
Although this story is perfect as it is, you could also go further with it, I think. Well done.
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You brought up some great questions about how our modern society lives. An interesting story, Terry. Thanks for contributing this week! 🙂
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Here’s mine!
http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/picture-it-and-write-hunted/
I hope you enjoy it.
Joe
You tricked us, Joe! You played the humour well at the end. Great job. 🙂 Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write.
Hey! I’ve got mine for this week 🙂
http://gotmeghan.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/picture-it-write-night-of-bliss-morning-of-hell/
Hey Meghan. I think you communicated the feeling of being distant and disconnected well. I feel sorry for this person. It seems like that stranger wasn’t all that bad though. 🙂 I really liked this line: ‘If we looked into the headlights of the incoming car we would both jump over the bridge and into our death.’ It’s quite dark. Thanks for contributing this week! 🙂
I guess mine might get a PG-13. There’s really nothing explicit, although there are nekkid people.
http://dothedead.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/chasing-love/
It can be hard to accept situations you aren’t 100% comfortable with. Especially when it involves people you care about. I hope Devlin made the right decision! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂
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Great Picture!
A great poem. I loved this line ‘For I am human and I am allowed to make mistakes.’ People need to repeat that to themselves more often. We can become so self-critical. It’s okay and admiral to desire self-improvement. But we must be okay with ourselves and accept that we are not perfect, and that we are allowed to make mistakes. Inspiring! 🙂
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Well, that escalated quickly! From a disagreement to running on a different planet naked. Best of luck to the characters! It sounds like they’re in quite a pickle. 🙂 Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂
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I also decide to add challenges this week withTrifecta
http://glynisrankin.wordpress.com/2013/09/25/picture-it-write-shooter/
Interesting story, Glynis. Eating crayons, yuck! That definitely sounds like something that would go viral in minutes. Being that type of paparazzi sounds like no walk in the park. Thanks for contributing this week. 🙂
By the way, I couldn’t post comments on the post, it says comments are disabled.
Hey thanks for the comment and for the heads up. I have no idea how that happened.
Technology has a mind of its own sometimes! 🙂
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Hi! here’s mine: http://hotchocolateandbooks.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/skinny-dip/
Love that GIF, it’s hilarious. A perfect dance to represent the emotion of excitement. A great little piece too, I love the description of the sun yawning. Thanks for contributing this week. 🙂
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You guys find the neatest photos.
We try! 🙂
Wow. I wasn’t expecting the turn of the story. It started out so light. Great use of deception. The finishing lines were haunting. Thanks for contributing this week, Kyllan. 🙂