The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, dogs he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought his hands up, right on top of the left, and with his palms facing the creatures whispered a phrase. Faint blue light grew in his palms then like a fire it spread out engulfing everything in front of it. The dogs howls of pain quickly became an echo in the still forest. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands to his sides.
'My what a powerful spell'
He quickly looked around for the source of the eerily dark voice. 'Maybe I shouldn't have taught you that one, just look at what it did to my pets.' The boy quietly cursed to himself as he started running again. 'Why bother, you know I'll find you.' The voice's laughter echoed through the forest, encouraging him to run faster. The taunts continued as he made his way through the trees.
Finally he stopped at a tree to catch his breath. (why is he just taunting me, why not use a spell?) he thought to himself. He froze when he came to the realization, he almost laughed at it. (he doesn't know where I am. right now he's completely in the dark about my whereabouts.) Now he just had to plan his next move carefully. He could always wait until morning, then he would be fully rested.
No, that wasn't an option. He had an advantage right now, but it wouldn't last. If he was going to make his escape he would have to leave as fast as possible. With that in mind he pushed himself off of the tree and started running once more.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, dogs he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought his hands up, right on top of the left, and with his palms facing the creatures whispered a phrase. Faint blue light grew in his palms then like a fire it spread out engulfing everything in front of it. The dogs howls of pain quickly became an echo in the still forest. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands to his sides.
'My what a powerful spell'
He quickly looked around for the source of the eerily dark voice. 'Maybe I shouldn't have taught you that one, just look at what it did to my pets.' The boy quietly cursed to himself as he started running again. 'Why bother, you know I'll find you.' The voice's laughter echoed through the forest, encouraging him to run faster. The taunts continued as he made his way through the trees.
Finally he stopped at a tree to catch his breath. (why is he just taunting me, why not use a spell?) he thought to himself. He froze when he came to the realization, he almost laughed at it. (he doesn't know where I am. right now he's completely in the dark about my whereabouts.) Now he just had to plan his next move carefully. He could always wait until morning, then he would be fully rested.
No, that wasn't an option. He had an advantage right now, but it wouldn't last. If he was going to make his escape he would have to leave as fast as possible. With that in mind he pushed himself off of the tree and started running once more.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
next chapter "The pookie Returns"