It was a dark and stormy night… Nah, I’m just kidding. I’m not going to say that it was a day like any other, either. It was just a day, but it was my day, a day of danger… which I suppose is pretty obvious, because it killed me. Does that make me a ghost, a spirit, what? I don’t know. Where ever I am, there’s nothing but darkness…But, everything has a silver lining, right? Right?! Maybe it just doesn’t work like that…
_*_*_*
I hit the ground running, grinning at the enraged shouting carrying on behind me. It was hard to run with arms full of oranges, but somehow I managed. The marke
Heart of the Unknown by MonkeyWithATie, literature
Literature
Heart of the Unknown
Cold. It’s so cold. What a strange dream this is. I’m sitting in the snow with my knees drawn up to my chest. I’m naked, numb, and uncomprehending. There’s nothing around but the snow dusted trees, circling me… caging me. The thoughts in my head rush to my consciousness too fast for me to even understand them. I’m feeling something else now, but I can’t describe it. It’s raw and forceful, all consuming and powerful.
There comes the loud crack of a twig and I immediately realize that I am no longer alone in the clearing. They’re overshadowed by the trees, but they’re there all the s
It was a dark and stormy night… Nah, I’m just kidding. I’m not going to say that it was a day like any other, either. It was just a day, but it was my day, a day of danger… which I suppose is pretty obvious, because it killed me. Does that make me a ghost, a spirit, what? I don’t know. Where ever I am, there’s nothing but darkness…But, everything has a silver lining, right? Right?! Maybe it just doesn’t work like that…
_*_*_*
I hit the ground running, grinning at the enraged shouting carrying on behind me. It was hard to run with arms full of oranges, but somehow I managed. The marke
Heart of the Unknown by MonkeyWithATie, literature
Literature
Heart of the Unknown
Cold. It’s so cold. What a strange dream this is. I’m sitting in the snow with my knees drawn up to my chest. I’m naked, numb, and uncomprehending. There’s nothing around but the snow dusted trees, circling me… caging me. The thoughts in my head rush to my consciousness too fast for me to even understand them. I’m feeling something else now, but I can’t describe it. It’s raw and forceful, all consuming and powerful.
There comes the loud crack of a twig and I immediately realize that I am no longer alone in the clearing. They’re overshadowed by the trees, but they’re there all the s
Hey everyone,
So, this is my first journal entry. Probably nobody even reads these things... Oh well. I have now published my very first thing on DeviantArt.... so... progress, I suppose. Anywho, I don't know how often I'll be posting things or updating, but I'll try with this story.
Thanks everybody,
MonkeyWithATie (A spiffy tie, to be sure. :D)