by Phantom's Opera » Sun Oct 09, 2011 11:14 am
ok well here is a sample of my semi-lit
Sairia ran, her cold, bare feet slapping the ground with each step away from the blazing fire.She was running on an ever going bridge, the bridge going across nothing but leaves. The fire's ever growing wall was getting higher, closer, hotter. Every muscle in Sairia's body ached, all of it from running, running, running. Nowhere to go but foreward, Sairia ran on. Below her, heavy footsteps crunched up the leaves, just before the blazing fire swallowed them. Not daring to look down, not daring to see who the following foe was, Sairia just kept running. When she couldn't run any more, her muscles hurt more then the flaming fire would to just swallow her up, she gave up all hope of escaping. She just lay down on the bridge, hot from the flames of fire, and hope, that with the help from her mother, the fire would just kill her, let her go from the horrible clutches of pain. But, as the enormous wall of fire swept over her aching body, the heavy footsteps from below were right above her. Someone's or something's strong arms lifted her easily off the ground, the footsteps continued as Sairia was carried away from the fire. away from the pain. The footsteps never faltered or stopped. Just kept going, going and going. Just like her running, and after a while Sairia lost all conciseness. Everything faded away from her, and at last, she was free.