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Midnight Blue; Preface

ashleylee · 2008-10-01T01:01:54Z

I know what you are thinking for those of you who follow my work. Not another new story! lol But this one I really do plan on continuing. I had a really kind of creepy yet cool dream and I decided to make a short story out of it. This is just the preface of a short piece. I know this is really short so just tell me what I can do to expand it....if it needs to be expanded. Or if you think it's okay as it is, let me know :wink: All kinds of reviews are welcome, harsh or not! Hopefully you like it! :D _______________________________ Preface William How could she think that I wouldn’t follow her? All those creeps out there now… I have no idea what to expect from these creatures around me. Leaping agilely from treetop to treetop, I peeked through the foliage down below. I had to stop and admire her then as she paused to pick up spare trash that was inches from the garbage can. It always bugged her when people littered. Smiling at this thought, I zeroed in on her frame as she continued on walking. She was so perfect in every way, her face shinning like a moon through the leaves. Her eyes like golden sunrises, her figure that of a dancer’s—lithe and graceful, her skin immaculate, her smile that brightened up my day. I sounded like such a lovesick kid, a hopeless romantic, but I couldn’t help it. I had heard all those stories about love, all of them so ridiculous and too obscene for me to take seriously. But now that it is happening to me, I can’t leave this girl alone in fear that something bad will happen to her... Veronica Swearing violently under my breathe, I dumped the trash in my hand into the nearest can while my bag hangs precariously off of one shoulder. Brushing my hands off on my jeans, I continued on down the road, clutching my bag closer to my chest. Thin silk shawls, ghostly in appearance concealed the moon. The night was light, the sky midnight-blue in color. Few stars dotted the sky, making it look like an endless sea of ink splattered above me. I sought out the North Star and found it winking coyly at me through the trees. That’s when I heard the rustle. Freezing, I hesitantly looked up. Nothing. Goosebumps now forming on my arms, I moved on. A prickling sensation started in the middle of my spine and slowly moved up until I felt sharp pokes at the base of my neck. A rustle again, somewhere above my head. Spinning, I went to face my attacker, face split into a look of pure fury. But there was no one. Feeling slightly idiotic, I pushed forward. But I just couldn’t shake the feeling as though someone was watching me…

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Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:04 pm

lakegirls says... · Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:04 pm

The only thing I cane say is wow! I love it and I can defiantly see it in chapters some day.

Love,
N

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Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:53 pm

ashleylee says... · Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:53 pm

lakegirls:

Thanks!

I'm glad you enjoyed this so much!

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