ShellA Story by kittynazIts a stroy I am tring to accumelate. Its about a strange shell which exedently ends up with the wrong person. Since then strange things beging to happen.It was a peaceful winter evening " the sky was gray and shadowing but it was not dark as sufficient light was provided by the artificial sources. Children were dodging and tagging each other. Giggles surrounded me and then I took a seat by the bench adjacent to the long iron lamp. In moments I was all set to read the latest edition to my literary collection. I opened the hard red binding of the book and began. As soon as I was passed the introduction and preface I found myself deeply indulged in the story. I did not notice the gray sky transform into dark nether did I took account of the clam and serenity around me when suddenly I was startled by a loud flapping noise. It came from above and had caused me to drop the book. I insinuated it to be an intruding local bird. Frustrated I glanced in the direction of where the disturbance had occurred " my eyes urgently searched the tree branch for the cause but found nothing. The now vacant stem offered no visual description of the bird. Although the rocking motion suggested that the bird had trusted its take off from this hand structured branch. Then I slowly picked up my book and leafed through"turning the pages to find my place. Something shimmered in the dim light on my lap. Fascinated I held it up resolving it for moments. It was the size of my nail. I was dazed by the magnificent shades of multiple colors playing in the smooth substance. “Unreal!” I stroked it. I couldn’t tell its original color maybe it was transparent although its size as well as shape was just as intriguing. It seemed to be a shell or something like that. Eventually I over came the trance and perceived that it was getting late not to mention the unreasonably cold growing by the darkness. Hastily I placed the shell as a bookmark between the open pages and slammed the book shut. Then I hurried with my feet eating up the distance between the street and my apartment building. The ice wind struck my face causing me to shiver. The street was oddly deserted and the Blackwood tree bordering the street caused the pavement to be darker and more sinister. Another furies cold wind blew through my light sweater and I had to wrap my arms hard to keep it in place. The trees thrashed there branches while the leaf below flew high scrolling into circles forming invisible beings. Call it paranoia but I felt these mass-less things outlined by dead leaf following me. © 2011 kittynaz
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1 Review Added on April 11, 2011 Last Updated on April 11, 2011 AuthorkittynazPakistanAboutI am a passionate writer who puts a lot of effort in her work. Writing is my passion and I had to struggle against all odds to survive as a writer. more..Writing
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