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[kats_god]

Thank you Puti and WW...I'm looking forward to reading more.

[White Witch]

Hi guys I've been so busy at work it's crazy. Husband is sick with the flu as well. I'm glad that you enjoy my writing. I'm hoping to get some time to add more.

[White Witch]

There is no escape from the torrent of rain that follows so closely. The sky so black it almost isn’t there. I am enveloped in the forest which I run, every turn thickening. Branches bend to me as faces from my past reprimanding me again and again. My forearm is no protection against the thrashing. Welts develop my strength wains as the hours pass. I need to find protection from the misery engulfing me. Through the top of the trees I vaguely see daylight though it is unattainable from my vantage point. Desperately I whirl in circles praying to find a clearing, at this time there is none for me. I trudge onward; my clothing becomes a burden with its weight but provides a layer of warmth and protection that is urgently required. I sing out in anger and frustration at a world that has disheartened me. Exhausted I through myself against the nearest trunk and sink among the leaves. Here I lament for the entire forest to listen should it care too.

Contained within my petite frame are dreams and wishes concealed. A mockery, they are, to what I have settled with. I clipped my wings and blistered my feet I am not content with my niche in life. Lethargic though not content to be, no motivation is strong enough to move me. Considering the respectable people who surrounded me I should be motivated but I am just not focused, why?

The rest has allowed strength to build within my body I gain footing and continue the search for my clearing. Mature trees stand before me graceful as nature has intended them. Many changes have occurred in their life time with many more ahead. They adjust to light and rain to best feed. The soil here is rich and nurtures them constantly. Fallen leaves, natures cast offs become the earth again. Their skin is tough to shield from the cold bitter winds. Touch their rugged pattern, feel the soul within each one. Some are left alone with dignity while others are cut down without warning. The history of hundreds of years gone. A stump, reflective of a tome stone, the memory of life lived.

The rain lets up I peer between blades of hair long and straggly across my eyes. I need the sun to dry the heavy clothing soaked against my skin. Each step is cumbersome. Under the weight my ankle boots sink in the muck, I am truly a mess. I find momentum that carries me through till firm ground is under my feet once more.

The forest surrounding me begins to thin. My face streaked with mascara from the pelting rain feels the sting of warmth from above. I search further for sun light to caress my pitiful form soaked from years of self-destruction. Each movement is emancipation from the monster. Each movement brings me closer to the clearing. The anticipation exhilarating, the sun has broken through. Its warmth drying the heavy clothes covered in twigs and mud from my journey. A journey that has changed me, the darkness left behind.

Edited by White Witch, 02 May 2013 - 10:50 AM.

[White Witch]

This is the completion of the first short story hope you like it.

[no1plumbrr]

very good job

[White Witch]

Thank you

[no1plumbrr]

very welcome

[White Witch]

Working on the next one.

[jimmary]

Fron dark to light; the classic human journey. Very nice.

[White Witch]

Thank you very much. It's been too hot at work to think about writing during my breaks. When we finally get home, after steam cleaning, we just want to sleep. I want to start back writing soon.

[jimmary]

I understand the zap on creative energy that can have. I hope it eases up for you.

[White Witch]

Been so into photo taking I've put writing behind for a bit.

[jimmary]

That's cool. I can pose nude on a bearskin rug for you, but you won't know there the bearskin stops and I start. Ew.

[White Witch]

Lmao!

[jimmary]

Don't worry, I'll pose sexily. I'll just seductively caress one love handle with one hand while shyly covering my man boobs with the other.
Oooo, you want me, don't cha', camera...
Have you yet to run for the bathroom, WW?