by Snowlondon » Wed Oct 03, 2018 1:35 pm
username: Snowlondon
name: Astoria
gender: Female
story:
The wind whipped through the trees, singing a song of sorts. She listened carefully to the words. They spoke of a time when flowers bloomed and the sun shone. They spoke of a time before the blood autumn.
She would have listened for longer, but she had places to be. She continued to walk, the dead leaves crunching beneath her feet. She tried to remember the time the song had spoken about. It had been so long, and all that came to mind were snippets.
Warm sun on her face. Laughing, running, through a meadow. Swimming in a cool lake.
She tried harder to remember something. And then she remembered too much.
The leaves, turning blood red. The sun, setting one day, and never rising again. The moonlight - all they had - becoming fainter and fainter. The fog, thick as mud, settling permanently. And the wind, once so gentle, becoming as sharp as a knife.
The memories pressed down on her. She couldn’t breath. All she could see was red, red, red.
She was closing her eyes, shaking. Slowly, she began to take deep breaths. Each intake of air was jagged and shaky, but it helped. Eventually, she came back to her senses.
She just had to forget about everything. Push them to a corner of her thoughts. Pretend they hadn’t happened.
She opened her eyes. She felt calm enough to keep walking. And she needed to keep walking, if she wanted to get to the shelter in time. It was the one night that the moon was visible through the fog - and it was the full moon. Staying outside during a full moon was a death sentence. No, she had to keep walking.
She didn’t know how long she’d walked, but by the time she reached the town, she was pulling her flimsy scarf around her, shivering uncontrollably. Judging by the temperature drop, she’d just barely made it before nightfall.
She saw nervous figures boarding up their windows, preparing to take cover. She wished she too had a house to take refuge in. When the shelter finally came into view, she cringed. She’d forgotten just how shabby it was, swaying in the wind, the wooden planks barely staying together. Squeezing inside, she peered at all the faces. Children and adults alike, all scared. Who wasn’t?
She heard them shout the last warning, inviting all wanderers to come inside before it was too late. She heard them close the wooden doors, heard them slide all the padlocks into place. They faked confidence, acting as if everything was okay. As if they had more than luck protecting them.
The night passed, minute by minute. Every creak made her jump. She tried to ignore the yellow eyes she saw through a crack, and the howls she heard in the distance. She sat rigid, praying. And, somehow, it worked.
After hours, a man stood and declared that the night was officially over. They were alive, and safe. Until the next month.
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Snowlondon on Tue Oct 16, 2018 9:34 am, edited 2 times in total.
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