- Chary (Or Chary5325, if someone's already taken the latter)
- Mostly narratives, though from time to time, I like writing poetry
- I've spoken English all my life.
- Oh, dear. I'm active here everyday, on the hour. With school having been easy this year, I haven't had much to do besides log in here and post stuff.
- Well, with all the time on my hands, I should be writing a whole lot more than I am right now. I guess I write maybe...once every two weeks? I really need to start writing more.
- The following is something I wrote today, it's just a small excerpt of something I may or may not continue. Sorry if it's too short.
Footfalls hammered across the shadowy road as a young boy frantically ran down the street, begging for help. Not a single person dared look him in the eye as he flew past them. No assistance would come his way, not this time. Especially after what he'd done. He tried fruitlessly calling out for help once again, but his lungs were far too constricted with fear to make anything other than a small whimper. In his mind, he screamed, but none but himself could hear it. He had to keep running, he couldn't be caught, not here, not now.
A small bundle lay shivering, clutched in the boy's arms. He had to keep running, not for himself, but for what he carried with him. If he kept running, maybe, just maybe, they could get out of this alive. He'd have a chance to set right the mistake he made, if only he could keep running! His legs slowed, his breaths became shallow, and his chest was alight in pain. The boy desperately wanted to stop, if but for a moment, just to gasp in some needed air. This pleasure would not be allowed, though, and he continued down the road, his pursuer inching closer.
The bundled creature weakly lifted its arm, reassuring the boy who held it. Tears leaked out of both of their eyes, knowing well of the fate that awaited them, should they be captured. The boy, renewed with new-found energy to protect his charge, ran faster down the street. The man that followed behind him snarled in fury, and began to catch up, determined to end this chase. They ran endlessly across the twisting path, further into the darkness beyond.
A small bundle lay shivering, clutched in the boy's arms. He had to keep running, not for himself, but for what he carried with him. If he kept running, maybe, just maybe, they could get out of this alive. He'd have a chance to set right the mistake he made, if only he could keep running! His legs slowed, his breaths became shallow, and his chest was alight in pain. The boy desperately wanted to stop, if but for a moment, just to gasp in some needed air. This pleasure would not be allowed, though, and he continued down the road, his pursuer inching closer.
The bundled creature weakly lifted its arm, reassuring the boy who held it. Tears leaked out of both of their eyes, knowing well of the fate that awaited them, should they be captured. The boy, renewed with new-found energy to protect his charge, ran faster down the street. The man that followed behind him snarled in fury, and began to catch up, determined to end this chase. They ran endlessly across the twisting path, further into the darkness beyond.
