Fiction

           In the forest.   With the wolves. Then I hear it. ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  They smell us. 

 “I’m scared Veston.”  

   Feet rasp reluctantly on the pavement, the soles of shoes long-ago neglected slowly wearing down at the dragging steps; melancholy often takes a toll on ones footwear.

As I run to the shelter I feel myself lifting off the ground  the wind is getting stronger, and stronger "Im not going to make it" I wisper. Just then as I fully lift of the ground the twister sucks me up...

    Max turns to leave, lifting his face up towards the endless sky, which somehow seems to be a reflection of his own dull, grey eyes, and letting the raindrops beat down on it.

My invention of a phone would be to add a picture setting to google. You know when you want to look up somthing but you dont know what its called?

Out of the Cave 
Chapter 1

As I walk out of our cave, I see the blue sky. I’ve never been out of the cave before. I was not allowed to, Dad said it was way too dangerous but I still decided that tonight I would sneak out. 

AT CURTAIN RISE
SCENE 1

You’re outside, deep within the vast pine forest.
The earthy aroma is unmistakably there
And you can feel the ground’s texture through the soles of your shoes.
You run through the woods feeling like the carefree child you were years ago.

The sun beat down with the ferocity of a tiger. Mia strolled along the busy streets of Monroe to her father’s pediatric practice. It was the last day of summer, and she was enjoying one last ice cream cone.

She stared at her old house, receding in the distance. The old farmhouse which had treated her so well. The house on top of the hill, with its mint curtains and plum shutters. She sighed and twisted. 

The cold, gray morning made me feel lonelier than ever, like nothing mattered. Like I didn’t matter. Fog obscured my vision for miles in either direction. The ocean swooshed around, churning up gray froth as the stiff wind howled.