Here’s a short excerpt from a story that I’m writing….

Victoria ran through the thick woods, her long blonde hair, was swept behind her, as the wind hit her face, some got tangled in the branches and some was whipped back on her face, but she never once faltered. She needed to keep running. Running meant survival. She was close, maybe, three more miles to go, or was it four? Oh God she had lost sense of direction, she felt the panic start from her stomach.

No! Concentrate! Look around you, she quickly scanned the forest, there were the markings that only she would be able to recognize. She was okay. She was actually two miles away, good, she felt the relief wash all over her face and it gave her hope that she would arrive safe, but then she heard it. The roar. It sounded angry. Fear hit her like never before. She had heard that roar before and at that time it had been directed at someone else – no, not someone – at something else. By the time that she had gotten out of the danger zone It had gone though the change.

Now the roar was directed at her, it was warning her, it was telling her that he was coming after her. Victoria sobbed and he would play with her first, torture her and then kill her. Somehow, that thought gave her more energy and she ran harder, faster, she felt light, as if she was running on air, the scattered leafs, twigs and rocks didn’t bother her. The adrenaline rush helped her push back the pain from her suffering feet, later, much, much later she would feel it. But now her only worry was to get to the top.

She heard the trees from a distance fall, the cracking sounds, the birds flying and crying out. Oh God, it was coming – for her.


Another death

This year it seemed the theme was death. The brother of an old friend passed away this weekend.  When my friend Tracy passed away last month I wasn’t able to cry,  I felt like in shock and in disbelief.  Today when I found out about my friends brother passing it was like I crumbled down and I just cried. I was at work too so I had people coming up to me asking if I was okay.

I hate when people ask me that. Obviously I’m not okay and it makes me cry harder.  No I don’t want you to say anything,  don’t hug me, don’t touch me just continue like you haven’t seen anything,  just let me be. I know I sound ungrateful, but breaking down at work is the worst.

It’s not that I’m pretending that’s it’s okay but if I’m gonna cry I want to do it in the privacy of my own room. 

Ugh what a year!  Last year a very close friend of mine died,  I found out through Facebook.  I was there checking it at work and saw R.I.P Dave. I was thinking what are his crazy friends up to this time? I clicked on his page and see the whole list of comments. That was devastating.  He lived in NYC, so I couldn’t go to his funeral. But again I broke down, that time I couldn’t even say a word, needless to say I was sent home – driven home by my supervisor.

Till this day I still receive Candy crush comments from his profile. It’s so depressing.

I’m really hoping next year will be a better one.