They rained on her. The running consumed her. The night sky was falling down. She fisted her hair as she ran. Her breathes were even and unbroken in the pursuit of sense. She knew this would end; but when?
The night was blue and purple. The streets were dimly lit with a soft glow that seemed to heavily droop low into the ground. The stillness was almost...dreamy. She knew that no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't find a soul. Her thoughts collided coming from every direction creating such chaos that it was a low constant hum in the back of her mind.
Nothing was burning. The trees were still. The stars continued to fall. She ran like her life depended upon it. It did. And yet it did not matter. Why didn't it matter? She couldn't remember. She hoped she would. Soon.
Her shoes clicked on the hard stones and broke the silence like the trace of a finger through still water. The ripples reached every curve and bend.
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Short StoryA compilation of snapshots. Any feedback, healthy criticism and suggestion is appreciated :) Also a huge shout-out to @Thazbook who was my motivation to do this. Toodles.
