Ramshackled

Ramshackled

  • WpView
    Reads 44
  • WpVote
    Votes 21
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadOngoing6m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 8, 2021
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
It was barely dusk. Trees and branches stood in disfigured form. The path was littered with dead leaves. She knew she had to find her way back before the sun was gone. She felt watched. The hair at the back of her neck stood on end. They were watching, they were waiting. She tried to move away, away from the shadow that lurked within the trees. She noticed the person behind her, she thought he was just another homeless person but he kept following her. Before she knows, his pace quickened. She needed to run. She was running through the forest, running away. The trees were blur. Her world gliding past her. Dry sticks crackled underneath her feet as she ran. She didn't dare look back. The only problem was she didn't know who was chasing her. "Help! Help me!!" She yelled until her voice cracked but her cries found no home as her pursuer carried forward.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Saved
  • Her Innocent Heart   (Masoom Dil)
  • Forbidden Desire
  • ѕтαяℓσνє∂( вσσк 2 σғ тнε ғαℓℓεη sтαяs sεяιεs)✔️
  • Release Me
  • ♣︎ Hey Darkness ♣︎
  • The Long Walk Home
Saved

She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines