Woefullyunready
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The Door
They were chasing me. Faster than ever before. So, I had to be faster. My bare feet were being torn apart by the forest floor, but I only let the pain fuel me. That combined with my pure terror made me nearly unstoppable. Nearly. I focused my gaze up ahead to the clearing in the trees, trying to figure out the next path I’d take. But this time, there was only one. Straight to the edge of a cliff. I nearly tumbled over it as I neared it, but my body halted before I could take another step. I was frozen in fear as I peered down over the edge into the black abyss. I felt the frigid ocean air hit my face, nearly sweeping me onto my back. An icy death, that’s where this path leads me. I turned my head towards the forest, searching for any sign of the beasts that forced me here. I heard not a peep, but I didn’t need to. The scent of them filled my nose. They smelled like a rotting corpse and that smell of decay was only getting closer by the minute. I turn my back to them and place my right foot forward. Towards the edge. A second later, my left foot as well. I repeated this until I found my toes were gripping the cliffs ragged sharp edges. The pain piercing in my feet made the reality of my situation all that more apparent. It wasn’t a choice of life or death now. But would I die by their hands or my own.
By Woefullyunready5 years ago in Fiction
