A short story I did for no reason whatsoever.

[Dragon Sage007]

I don't know why I did this story. I just did. Enjoy.

"It's cold." I muttered to myself. It had been three days since that horrible occurence. Three days since my sister had died. Now I was on my own. Three days...another three days and he would get me. The demon that had plagued my parents. The demon who had plagued my sister. And now, the demon who plagued me.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Death.
Not death in the arbitrary sense, such as 'Everyone will die sometime.' No. The true Death was out to get me. I was not certain whether or not that I should be frightened or humbled. Death is not as bad as everyone thinks. He takes away pain, sorrow, and anguish of one being, not knowing the suffering that it gives to another. But he takes that anguish away too, eventually. But...death is not meant to come after small children. Death is supposed to come after those who are supposed to die, when it is their time.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Time....
Time too, is an arbitrary term. It seems to pass quickly, but nothing could be further from the truth. In truth, time is not real. Time is in fact what we have made up to make the space inbetween things seem real. We have given a term to something that does not truly exist, and we are all the worse for it. For, we fret endlessly over time. Noone has ever gone their whole life without saying 'Where has the time gone?' or 'Remember the time when?' or even 'It's that time again.' No, we fret endlessly over what does not exist. And soon, if I don't hurry, I won't exist either.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Help....
This is something that does exist. For, in existence, we all have and give help. It is not something that exists in the physical form, but something that is done, something that happens, or will happen, over the course of our lifetime. For what would we do without helping someone in some shape or way? Even if it's as small as saying 'I'm sorry' or showing good manners, it helps someone.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp He is upon me like the dogs.
I have started running. I don't know why. He will get me wherever I am. It doesn't matter where I go. He will still get me.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp And yet I run still.
There is no hope, nor reason, to run.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Yet I run still.
There is no way that running will stop Him from catching me.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Yet I run.
There is no hope for me, for I will die in three days, no matter how fast or far I go.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp I run.
Nothing will stop Him. I have no way to stop Him. Noone has a way to stop Him.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Run.
I do not know why I run. There must be some psychological reason for it, yet I am incapable of finding it.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Run Run Run.
The fear has overtaken me. There is no way that I will win, or even escape. He will overcome me.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN RUN RUN.
If I run, he will not come upon me slower. There is no way that I shall find help that can beat Him.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
I need help.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
Someone help me.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
Someone hear my screams of pain.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
I cannot keep running.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
If I keep running, I will not find help. There is no help.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
If I keep doing this, I shall collapse, and be prisoner to the cold's embrace.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
Someone hear my shrieks of agony and helplessness.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
I cannot flee. I must face Him and be subject to Him.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN.
And yet I run. I have no way to hide from, bargain with, or even detour my personal pack of hounds.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp RUN FASTER.
My lungs tell me to stop. My legs tell me to rest. My heart tells me to quit. And yet I run.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp I MUST ESCAPE.
I cannot run anymore. I collapse into the snow. If I have great luck, then someone shall find me in the snowbank. Until then...
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp I enjoy the snow's sweet embrace.... <p>----------------------------------
I have the artistic skill of a wounded donkey who has seen Omar naked.</p>

[ChristianC]

Good, quite... But... *critic fanfare*, you've mixed present and past form... Now, this isn't all that bad, and it's hardly noticable, and I prolly do it too... But when you speak of something that'd happen, and suddenly go into present speech it's a mild bit confusing...

Feeling all prommy and stuff, not to say @#%$-ey,

I'll give it a 6/10. It trails off from time to time, but it's a good story.

[pd Rydia]

Now that's an interesting little piece...

I like it. Good brainstormy type deal. Ever given thought to developing it?


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"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...an F.N.W.C.!"
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