This piece doesn’t have a lot of substance to it yet. It’s actually something I started roughly seven months ago and never picked back up. I haven’t really had a lot of inspiration to write new stories or poems lately, so I thought: Why not go back through and expand/touch-up some of my old stories? I found this little nugget hiding in a folder that I rarely used and it needed a lot of work.
I added some stuff in between the first and third paragraphs. You wouldn’t believe how much jumping around was going on in this piece. Depending on what angle I wanted to take with the piece, I could make paragraphs and paragraphs of story just from the first two sentences of one of the paragraphs. As you can see, I went a different way with it.
I’ve always loved the idea of dream sequences in stories. The problem is: There aren’t many that are very well done. Now, I’m not saying this one’s perfect. I’m not even saying that this is a dream sequence. But for now, we’ll call it that. I just want to perfect the way I write these types of things: Make them believable to the reader so that they’re completely caught off-guard when it turns out not to be true. I think I’m going to spend a fair amount of time with this story during the summer. After all, if I want to be a writer/author, I’ve got to start somewhere… Right?
Oh! And it doesn’t have a title yet (sorry about that).
How did I get here? I sprinted forward. The glow of the city was close enough to see but too far to reach. Every road I turned down led to nothingness. I heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as his pace quickened and mine slowed. I couldn’t breathe—my lungs restrained by my own body. I need to get away. But I didn’t know how.
I was surrounded by dark alleys and dead ends. Every road led to a terrifying end. I turned, checking the distance between us. His feet were in sync with mine, for now. But I knew it wouldn’t last. With each step I took, a piercing shock of pain coursed through my side. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I looked down at my feet, dodging giant cracks and rocks that were strewn across the sidewalk. Maybe if I focus on the rhythm of my steps, I can keep a steady pace.
I saw an opening to my left and turned, hoping to throw him off course. I just needed to hold out a little bit longer… Smack! The wire shook, echoing off the brick buildings down the alleyway. I stood there, unable to move, as I heard the footsteps slow to a stop. An arm reached around me, pulling me back against the tall, dark figure.
I could feel his warm breath against the top of my head. A sleek blade slid across my face, reflecting in the moonlight, as a cold hand pressed against my back and shoved me to the ground. I heard the sirens from the distant city—but they were too late. Bits and pieces of the pavement ripped my skin apart as my face was forced down. I closed my eyes, clenched my hands, and let the sirens carry me away as the blade broke the skin of my cheek and a thick flood of warmth cascaded down my neck.
“Stay down!” His voice snapped harshly through the air and the moisture from his breath hung on my ear. “This will only hurt a bit.”
And like that, he was gone.