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by DarcyEvans

by DarcyEvans

I could hear roaring in my ears, the sound of water falling, tumbling down the side of the cliff and crashing into the jagged rocks below. A cat yowled. A bird called. I began to cry. I was lost, and i had been for over a week now. My provisions were running low. i had an unlimited supply of water, thanks to the nearby stream that was the product of the waterfall, but that didn't help when i felt like my stomach was being ripped apart by hunger. I had only one measly, muesli bar left, and a couple of chocolate bars. I was trying to save my food, but the hunger was terrible, it was over taking every movement i made. Ten times so far i've caught myself about to open the meusli bar. I ran a hand through my hair, before pulling my brush from my bag. My hair wasn't too bad, only greasy. This was probably the thousandth time i'd brushed it today. But i needed something to distract myself from the hunger pains. A twig snapped to my left, and my head spun as i jumped up, turning to the sound. A low growl sounded, and though i couldn't see it, I knew it was a tiger. No other cat in this forest made such a deep rumbling growl.

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My breath came out in short, quick pants. Fog accompanying each breath, swirling around my face for all of a second before dissapating, and the proccess repeating. Over and Over. I was running for my life. Because you see, that gold medallion is my life. I wanted it. I needed it. But first i had to win. I pushed harder, my legs pumping. My heart pounding. I stumbled, but recovered before i could fall. I didn't dare look to see where my competitors were, i blocked out the sound of the crowd that i knew would be screaming. Cheering on their favorite runner. My family was in the stadiums. "Just run." My father had told me before i'd started. That's what i did. I ran.

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Thunder sounded in the night sky. Drema howled, letting his fear of thunder resonate around the house, waking the baby. The childs mother called out, and threw a shoe at the dog, before pulling herself out of bed. Feet dragging, the teen mother made her way to her screaming infant. Picked it up, and began to rock, humming a soothing lullaby. The room was lit up as a flash of lightening cut across the dark sky. Causing shadows to spread over the floor, shadows that resembled monsters, that caused the young mothers heart to beat fast. Fear causing sweat in the palms of her hands. The baby calmed, and curled up against its fear stricken mother, Unaware of the cause of her fear.

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The lady stood, calm, cool collected. The paint brush held in her hand, mid air. Poised. A blank canvas situated before her, calling to her. The paintbrush was lowered, covered with a colour, before making a mark on the canvas. The canvas, no longer blank, still called to the woman. So once more the paintbrush was lowered, the color washed off, before a new one took its place. Another mark on the canvas. This process was repeated until the painter no longer felt the canvas calling to her. The canvas, once white, was now a splash of colour. Pinks, greens, blues, reds, oranges. All the colours of the rainbow were present. And the woman stepped back, finally realizing she had an audience. Somebody started to clap, another person followed suite, and another. Until the whole crowd of people had their hands working to create the melodic and wonderful noise of an applause. The painting finished, and already earning a profit as nobody waited for the paint to dry, and began to shout out numbers. What they would pay to own the painting.

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i really felt like writing... The more descriptive type of writing. I don't know. Anyway there you go guys!