The summer sun had been beating down on their skin since the hunt began. Both of the hunters were parched and neither had eaten anything since last night. Their feet were tired from traveled miles and stepped on thorns. Neither one was in a good mood, but they needed to bring food back to their village. This dry season was exceptionally long; the whole area was beginning to feel the effects of the heat. With most of the animals leaving for greener pastures, the village was having a hard time catching any food. Continue reading
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He expected her to scream, or to be slightly startled, but she just stopped chewing and looked straight at him. He was the only one that was startled.
She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were clear and alert, taking in Continue reading
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He quickly dressed his wound with the healing kit he kept in his satchel. The pain was excruciating, but it appeared that he would live long enough to find a healing saint that could patch him up. He rested against the tree and began to create his next plan of attack. Continue reading
He ran through a patch of trees as arrows thudded deep into their bark. One had already hit him in the arm near his elbow. Blood flowed in a steady trickle down his hand leaving a crimson trail behind him. He sprinted across a small grass field in between the patches of oak trees. If he made it to the other side he knew there would be no way that they would catch him. Continue reading
This is not a short story. I just want you to know this up front. This is going to be a bitch fest.
I had my first day of my new job was today. I’m a “bagger” at my local grocery store. It should pay the bills. I got off of work at 9:30pm tonight. I had my first opportunity to write just now at 11:20pm. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but I have to walk to class at 8:00am tomorrow morning, which means I have to wake up at 7:00am.
I’ll call this my first real interaction with “The Wall,” that intangible force that always seems to come against you at some point or another. I know I’m not the first, nor will I be the last, person that has experienced hitting the wall. In an environment of authors, bloggers, and creative artists I know I’m preaching to the choir. I apologize.
Although The Wall may have won the battle, I have still won the war. I wrote. This post may not be fiction, it may not even be fun to read, but to me this post is a sign of defiance, a refusal to quit when my circumstances and desires come against me in full force. I won’t let The Wall or any other excuse keep me from practicing what I love.
If anybody is in a similar situation try to remember that defiance against circumstance can, in some situations, still be considered a victory.
Good luck and keep improving,
I couldn’t help but look around in awe. The trees looked so beautiful as the light shimmered through the gaps in the leaves. It was April, and the flowers were in full bloom throughout the undergrowth of the forest. Thistles, eager to grab at my skin and clothes, stood defiantly upright, proud to show off their purple flowers. The floating seeds of recently bloomed dandelions floated on the breeze, turning bright golden when they were covered with the sun’s rays. Continue reading