CrazyDiamond
09-11-2007, 03:46 PM
Hey!
Well, basically, I've been writing a short story, and I havn't decided what the end is going to come to. I also don't know if what I'm writing is...well...utter crap. Please help me! =]
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He went to bed early that night, searching for any sign of relief. By morning this strange manic desire would surely be just another memory – a single grain of sand on a vast desert island.
But it wasn’t, still very much on his mind, the intensity of these cravings grew only larger. Driven by the excruciating need which now filled his every cell, he needed to get out of there. Alone with his own thoughts, he was dangerous. He quickly dressed and hastened for the door, pulling the zip of his trench-coat up so it met his chin.
It was early, far too early for even the birds. On the horizon only the faintest glimmer of light could be seen, the trees surrounding the grove melted in and out of the darkness, like the spectres of memory. A slight rustle came from the undergrowth - a small rodent, scurrying, tense, afraid. It fled across the clearing and disappeared into the darkness and towards the dawn…
The wind roared, reaching a crescendo as a wave of leaves tumbled forwards in an unstoppable tide of movement.
Rose stopped and stared at the window.
“Did you hear that? I can’t believe how bad the weathers getting.” She she said to her younger sister, who pulled her blanket so far up that Rose could only see her eyes.
“Roooose, I’m scared!”- The 'o' sound was a voiced in a painfully long, howling, plaintive cry, like a beast in utmost pain. It made Rose’s stomach convulse in agonised palpitation to hear it.
:blush: Uhm...what do you guys think? Thats all I have so far.
Well, basically, I've been writing a short story, and I havn't decided what the end is going to come to. I also don't know if what I'm writing is...well...utter crap. Please help me! =]
***
He went to bed early that night, searching for any sign of relief. By morning this strange manic desire would surely be just another memory – a single grain of sand on a vast desert island.
But it wasn’t, still very much on his mind, the intensity of these cravings grew only larger. Driven by the excruciating need which now filled his every cell, he needed to get out of there. Alone with his own thoughts, he was dangerous. He quickly dressed and hastened for the door, pulling the zip of his trench-coat up so it met his chin.
It was early, far too early for even the birds. On the horizon only the faintest glimmer of light could be seen, the trees surrounding the grove melted in and out of the darkness, like the spectres of memory. A slight rustle came from the undergrowth - a small rodent, scurrying, tense, afraid. It fled across the clearing and disappeared into the darkness and towards the dawn…
The wind roared, reaching a crescendo as a wave of leaves tumbled forwards in an unstoppable tide of movement.
Rose stopped and stared at the window.
“Did you hear that? I can’t believe how bad the weathers getting.” She she said to her younger sister, who pulled her blanket so far up that Rose could only see her eyes.
“Roooose, I’m scared!”- The 'o' sound was a voiced in a painfully long, howling, plaintive cry, like a beast in utmost pain. It made Rose’s stomach convulse in agonised palpitation to hear it.
:blush: Uhm...what do you guys think? Thats all I have so far.