"I am now leaving!" She called as she exited her domicile, stepping daintily
over the abyssal gaps between each plank of wood on her deck.
She warily eyes the uneven ground, steadying herself for the odyssey ahead,
and then takes the first step forward on her treacherous trek.
Wading through uprooted nails and scattered shoes she pursues level ground.
While evading and contemplating the merciless onslaught
from a plastic bag, the sun appears and casts blinding light from around the corner.
In defense she thrusts her hand to the sky, eyes ignited.
Ceasing her journey to regain her bearings, she judges the terrain before her.
With enemies stalking her every move her desperation rises.
"Onward!" She cries out, raising her head confidently. Though inside unsure
of her precises chances of survival, she charges forward.
A canyon opens up before her, resolved she steps down firmly and plants her
heel on the tail of a sleeping rug. Panicked it struggles
to pull free; obscuring the rugged terrain beneath even further. As she lifts
her other foot to step, the rug lashes out, swallowing her heel,
and stealing the ground from beneath her her, she falls.
To be continued.
(I've had way too much fun with this already, and if I continue it may not end for a while)
Like Teacher Man said, the diction really made for an epic sounding short. I think it just needs larger stakes. Maybe going on a Lost-like tangent. The main character was visited by some shadowy, very convincing people. They told her she needs to go to x location and press this button at an exact time at whatever interval. If she's late or shares this information, something epically terrible would happen, making normal, daily life right before her job an epic affair.
ReplyDeleteShe says "onward", and I wonder who is with her? or is she just talking to herself?
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