UntitledA Story by Pen The WillowsThis is just something I wrote, and I was thinking of writing a story around it.
She beat the wooden door until her hands were raw. Only then, did she crumple to the floor in defeat. She began to cry, the thick stream of tears running down her face replacing the usual white flag of surrender.
The door opened. She tumbled backwards into the room. She tried to straighten her body as the back of her head connected with a hard object.
Her legs went over her head, and they were followed her butt, until she had completed a perfect backwards somersault. She sat up and her head connected with another hard object. She cried out in pain as she fell down again. She blindly groped around in her pockets for his flashlight.
She found it and flicked the switch. The flashlight’s light beam sputtered and then died. She shook the flashlight furiously, and tapped it against her hand a few times just for good measure. The beam sputtered a few more times, and she held her breath, anxiously waiting to see what the flashlight decided. The beam sputtered a few more times, then stayed lit.
She released her baited breath, and let out a sigh of relief. It was one of the few items belonging to him that she had left. She scanned the dark place quickly with the flashlight. The flashlight’s beam passed over something odd-looking. She pointed the beam at whatever it was that had caught her eyes. She screamed.
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2009 AuthorPen The WillowsWAAboutI'm 18 years old and I'm in my sophomore year of college. Most of the writings archived on here are from when I was in middle school and high school, and they aren't really very good. I wasn't going t.. more..Writing
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