Friday, February 3, 2006

   boredom
I got bored and wrote this, should i write more?

The sound of running footsteps echo through the ally ways of an abandoned city. A young girl with dark chestnut hair runs as fast as she can. Her footsteps are light and almost soundless. Heavier foot steps fallow behind her. She looks back to see three men fallowing her, each are wearing black cloaks with red trimming. Cat like eyes peer out from under the hoods. The girl speeds up. Her hair flows back reviling her elf ears. Her honey brown eyes search the ally for a way out. She runs through a puddle, water splashes up onto her jeans and covers her black shoes. Her black rib tank shows from under her short brown jacket. She looks back one more time to see the leader of the three men pulls out a long double-end sword, he is ready to attack. She spots a lowered roof of a building. She takes her only chance and launches herself into the air. She lands on the roof lightly and delicately. The three men stop dead in their tracks, they could never make a jump like that. The Leader screams out her name “Essoufflé” Meaning breathless. She ignores their calls and continues to run on the rooftops. She can see the country roads. She has to get home and tell her people the news of attack. It all depends on her.