Истории Imawarecontest

Yes, I've made a book of random things. So far it has bad poetry and contest entries. Literally half of these are for the Stardust Contest, which I won! So yay!

Have you ever had a nightmare where you are just running-running from something, but you don't know what? Remember that feeling, how the sweat pours from your skin, the sheer terror that takes you in its grasp? Can you? Good. ---- Mi'osi could feel the dirt beneath his feet, the feeling that the breaking of twigs causes through your bones. It grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered one thing. Run. So he did, he is. He's running, trying to escape whatever is behind him. He has no image for what he is running from, just that if it caught him - when it finds him - nothing good will come from it. Ask him its eyes colour, and he'll answer terrifying. Ask him how it looks? He'll answer menacing. So he's running like he's never run before - and nothings going to stop him.