Hannah walked through a darkened field. Barefoot, she felt the grass under her feet, slightly wet and softly spongy. The air was frosty and she saw her breath sparkle in front of her face, although she wasn’t cold. She wasn’t sure where she was going, or why, but she knew something was driving her forwards.
Unwilling now, her feet continued their slow march forwards. The feel of the ground underneath her changed and sharp rocks bruised her soles with every step. She stepped gingerly, afraid to put her feet down, scared of what she might find. Thorns caught at her as she moved and vines trailed up her legs, attempting to pull her down into their midst. She was left bloody and raw as she tried to move away from their grasp.
She struggled on as sprites flew about her head, batting at her face and pulling at her hair. Something tweaked her nose and ran away laughing as she screamed in desperation. The vines had wound around her torso now, leaving her unable to move. Sobbing, she let them pull her feet out from under her and she lay down amongst the stones and thorns. Laughter echoed in the distance as she shut her eyes.
Hannah gave up struggling and pushed herself into the darkness. The world turned on its head and dumped her upside down and screaming through space. For long moments she fell before simply stopping gently and coming to rest.
‘Where …. Where am I?’ she called quietly.
Nothing answered. She hung, suspended in time and space, unseeing and unknowing.
‘Help! Help me! I’m lost!’ she cried desperately.
Slowly the ground coalesced underneath her and she felt softness pillowing her head. Gentle hands stroked her, soothing her tears and hurts.
‘You’re safe now’ they said and Hannah trusted them implicitly.
She relaxed into their care, feeling softer and safer than ever before. The hands that stroked her became firmer until they bound like iron and she couldn’t move. She struggled against them but the more she moved the tighter the binding became. She opened her mouth to scream and nothing came out. Above her someone knelt and looking at her sadly, brought their weight to bear on her eyes. She could feel the pressure building until she thought her head would explode….
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It’s a work in progress and I’ll probably play with some wording througout today as I reread it here on the blog.
It needs a bit of an edit to tighten it up. But it isn’t bad my sweeting. Not bad at all.
It’s still in it’s first draft stage, the point where I am too close still to edit. I’ll finish writing and then set it aside for a week to sit before editing.
I think a decent break is good idea before editing. Over editing precipitately may inhibit creative writing. I admire your spontaneous and individual writing style Veronica. I found myself drawn into the moment, the sense of urgency within the text left me eager to read more.
I love your vivid imagery! I can’t wait to see how you tweak it and make it sparkle! Beautiful!
I used to want to be a writer when I was much younger. I’ve since come to realise that it just isn’t in me.
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