(Page 1 of 6) A New Form of a Story by Rachel Washburn
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SUMMARY: If anyone has any thoughts on this, or any critque please give me your thoughts. I'm considering this for a possibile story.A New Form of a Story
I scrambled. My heart never beat so fast in my entire life. This was terribly wrong: everything. I stood on the edge of a knife, praying, hoping that something could pull me back. But time has run out.
And so I jumped. Over the edge I went down toward the deep valley below. Falling itself wasn't as painful as the searing memories that flashed through my mind at that very moment.
Things, ideas, people, cities, homes, animals, it all fell upon me as I descended toward my impending doom. I shut my eyes quickly, awaiting the agonizing plunge to the ground.
And in a quick jolt, my body hit something. My eyes were still firmly shut, and I felt no pain. Perhaps I broke my neck and I was already dead. Maybe the pain hasn't hit me quite yet. Or maybe I'm still falling. Bracing myself, my eyes flashed open and a compelling face came into view. Somehow—someone—had caught me in mid air. Immediately I screamed in rebuttal.
"Shut up!" the voice screeched back. I was silent. Frowning I spoke again, my vision still a bit blurry—beyond the fact that I wasn't quite sure this was real.
"Who are you? Put me down, I don't want to be saved!" A slight smirked formed on the savior's mouth.
"Ok, if you say so," And the pit of my stomach plunged as he released me even higher than before. Screaming, my body fell only for a few moments, caught roughly again in the stranger's arms. Then it occurred to me it was a boy.
"Ok, just put me on the ground, safely," I said, angry and flustered. The ground found my feet before I realized it. The stranger was a tall, sinewy boy with dark black hair that half fell into his eyes, and the rest was short and spiky.
And on his back were a pair of glossy, black wings. My mouth dropped.
"Who are you?" I asked, crossing my arms firmly.
"Calvin."
"Where do you come from? How did you find me?"
"I just have the knack of finding people in the nick of time. You certainly chose a good place to be saved in the first place." It was true, I suppose. It was in a quiet field in the mountains. On a dry piece of land, a vast dead area of space lay below from where I jumped. Expectantly, I would land on the hard, dead ground below. But my plans were distorted by this being.
"Are you some kind of angel or something?" I asked, walking forward as he made his way toward the field again. No one was around for miles and the only sound was the wind blowing along the grass.
"Demon, actually." I now noticed his wings were gone.
"Where did your wings go?"
"Into my back. That's how they usually look, except when I need to save people like you." My eyes narrowed. He continued walking, the front portion of his mysterious hair blowing back. Jogging ahead, I looked into his eyes.
They were completely black. I swallowed.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" He smirked slightly.
"That's how all our eyes look." His completely black outfit suited his dark personality as he stuck his hands into the pockets of his black jeans.
My interest grew more and more as I pondered to myself. His voice interfered with my wanderings.
"So I suppose it's my duty to ask why you were jumping back there in the first place?" I shook my head.
"I'm not telling you."
"Why?"
"I don't have to, ‘cause I'll just jump again and it will be all over." He snickered.
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