Random shiz that I'm proud of

Mind Mania:

I take a Writer's Workshop class. And this is currently one of my projects that I just recently finished and I am REALLY proud of. For what reason? Don't ask, 'cause I don't got one. But this can get a little sad, and to me depressing, so if you don't like that stuff, you have been warned! Without further ado, here is my Mind Mania piece, where I have to write a scenery of what I think is in someone's head. la la la la la!

I glanced down at the welcoming hand that was being offered to me. Smiling, I took it, and closed my eyes. I let out a long breath that I had been holding. It felt nice. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't where I was before. I was surrounded by many trees. They were tall as skyscrapers, thicker than a bear's coat, and grey, like the color of a vireo bird's feather. I looked up to see a mass of branches from many trees so tangled up with grey leaves, that only a few rays of sunshine littered the black forest floor. Even as the leaves fell, they were replaced by bare grey branches, that still show no more sunshine than before. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, breathing in the very faint scent of the salty ocean wind. I take a step forward and open my eyes as a snapping sound echoes and fades away quickly beneath my feet. I look down to see a green stick fading to grey quickly. The wind blows again, through my hair, making it float as if it were underwater, and bringing a new foul stench to my nose. It smelled of burnt food, sewage water, and dumps were all piled into one big heap of junk. I coughed as smog surrounded me, and scorched my lungs. I looked up, and the sunlight began to fade away, leaving the moon to rise up. The moon barely shed any of its graceful light down on me. My breathing gets faster, and I can see fog come from my mouth. It was getting colder. I shivered, and rubbed my arms. I began to walk, stepping on green sticks, watching them fade to grey in the little light that I was given. I ignored the stick's beauty fade. They meant nothing to me. Why should I care what they turned to? It didn't affect me. What were they to me? I continued to walk. I walked on and on, not stopping for even a breath. It felt as if I'd been walking for hours. Why was I walking though? Was it to run from something? If so, what? And Why? Questions were blurred around in my mind, and I would randomly pick one and read it, before putting it back and forgetting about it. I began to walk quicker. Something above me caught my eye, a floating mask. I looked up as I walked faster. White, with a smile carved into its face. More emerged from the tree, each depicted many different emotions. The masks floated around, and bounced in the air. They all floated off, making way for a larger mask, glowing more of a silver color. It's face was changing from one emotion to another, getting faster and faster. I ran faster, to try and keep up with the speed of the changing mask. The mask followed me, haunted me like a ghost. I kept going faster and faster, until I was certain I could run no faster. My lungs burned, my legs were sore and tired, I was hot and sweaty from so much running. The silver mask began to slow down, as did I. My knees were tired. I felt like I was going to collapse. I could barely get enough air my lungs as I slowed to a stop. It was dark. Darker than before. No moon was offering even a little of its ancient light. No sun shone through the trees. Nothing. Just darkness. I heard the thumping of my heart in my ears. I closed my eyes once more, and took a deep breath. Eventually, my breathing went back to normal. I opened my eyes, to let light flood into them. I smiled as I welcomed it with joy. My vision came into focus. I was still in the forest. A tree was to the left of me. And next to it, was another tree, so close to the other tree, they were almost touching. The space in between was small, and as I raised my head to look between, the light was there again. The light was beyond these trees. I could hear waves of the ocean, and feel it's comforting breeze against my face. I raised my hand to touch the light, but I couldn't reach it. I tried again, but I still couldn't reach it. It was out of my reach. The space between the trees was too small. I withdrew from the small space, and turned to the right of me. Another small bit of light, but that too, was also between two trees. I went to the right again. More light, but still trapped in between two trees. I moved again and again, and each time, there was light, and each time I reached out, it was too far away and between the small spaces. I stopped, and sadness washed over me. I hung my head, gritted my teeth to hold back a yell of frustration. It was so close. But I could never reach it. Why? I reached out once more, a single tear slid down my cheek. So close to the only true light. Yet always just out of reach. I withdrew once more. I began trace my hand along the trees, watching the light pass before my eyes, occasionally reaching out once more, before giving up. I was trapped. Trapped in this forest. With those masks, with little light, with almost no hope. I closed my eyes once more. I opened them and gasped shakily, and I jerked my hand away from the once so welcoming hand. 

Yes, I know that I said that I would only work on one story at a time, but I gotta do this, because this is the only time my self proudness or some stuff that I will actually listen to myself and enjoy it. I hope you liked it! XD 

Ta Ta for now, mah little Yandere's. 

~Yuna Gasia