Free Story: Walking Over My Grave
Long time, no see! It's been almost a year since I have posted anything new in terms of my own writing.
Today I am excited to share with you a new short story of mine called "Walking Over My Grave." This spooky story about a young woman on a quest revenge is a great way to wrap up your Halloween story.
Sneak Peek:
She had to be brave. The darkness was her friend. The light had betrayed her and left her dead.
Thunder crashed, causing the ground beneath her feet to tremble. The trees cracked behind her, as if they were pointing him her in direction. She looked upward as lightening danced across the sky.
She crept closer to the edge, willing herself to go through with this.
How could anyone get to this point? What drove people over the edge? These were the questions that had always raced through her mind when she learned of people doing the very thing she was getting ready to do.
Now that she had actually been faced with a very difficult situation, she knew what it was like when people reached their breaking points. When there was no way out, death was seen as the easier option.
She looked back over her shoulder as lightning struck again. The trees lit up. She blinked. She could see him there for a brief second, but then he was gone.
She looked back down into the darkness, taking a deep breath. This was the only thing she could do correctly. If she were to just die, everything would be okay. She would finally be a peace.
Now, she just had to get the courage to do so. She took a series of deep breaths as she crept closer toward the edge. Maybe it would be better this way to go in the darkness. She wouldn’t know when she had actually stepped off the edge until it was too late.
That was the funny thing about going in the light. You always knew when the end was coming. The darkness blocked you from seeing that. It kept up wondering when it was going to happen. It was almost like it was the way things were supposed to do-if that made any sense.
Still, she would like to see the end coming. It would make everything all that much better. No….She couldn’t think like that. The end was in sight. She would be brave…She would not allow the small things to prevent her from doing what she needed to do. She had to keep her head straight. She had to think.
Maybe thinking wasn’t really the right thing to do. It was her thinking that she had made the right choice that had actually ended up with her being in this bad situation in the first place. Thinking was what got you into the trouble. The act of not thinking meant that you were truly living.
Thunder roared above her. The heavens were yelling at to make her choice.
She took a couple of shallow breaths. The edge had be coming. She just had to brave and face whatever was out there waiting for her. She had to be strong. Her strength was what was going to keep her alive in the long run.
She looked back at the trees as lightning struck again. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there waiting for to see what she was going to do. This was good. It meant that she still had time to escape from him.
She took another step. This was it…It was getting closer and closer. She just had to take a couple more steps and it would all be over.
Thunder and lightning clashed above her head in a dangerous power dual. She just had to be brave and believe she could pull this off.
Just a couple more steps and it would all be over. Just a couple more steps and she would face her destiny.
This was her destiny….She had to believe it….This was what she was supposed to do.
Even though she was walking to her grave, there was something peaceful about the whole matter. She wasn’t frightened. In fact, if anything, she felt a sense of joy and peacefulness. Everything was telling her that she was making the right choice.
She looked back over at the tree line. She couldn’t see anything but the darkness. Even though he was close, she felt at peace. In just a few minutes, he would no longer be able to hurt her. Though as long as he was alive, he would still be able to hurt others.
No, she couldn’t think like that. She had to save herself first. In order to save the others, she had to save herself.
“ABBIGAL!” he screamed behind her, his voice laced with pain.
She took one final breath before plunging into enteral darkness.
Where Can I Read the Whole Story?
Just follow the links below:
Blog: https://serenastone.livejournal.com/2...
Fictionpress: https://www.fictionpress.com/s/335964...
Have a wonderful Halloween!
Serena
Today I am excited to share with you a new short story of mine called "Walking Over My Grave." This spooky story about a young woman on a quest revenge is a great way to wrap up your Halloween story.
Sneak Peek:
She had to be brave. The darkness was her friend. The light had betrayed her and left her dead.
Thunder crashed, causing the ground beneath her feet to tremble. The trees cracked behind her, as if they were pointing him her in direction. She looked upward as lightening danced across the sky.
She crept closer to the edge, willing herself to go through with this.
How could anyone get to this point? What drove people over the edge? These were the questions that had always raced through her mind when she learned of people doing the very thing she was getting ready to do.
Now that she had actually been faced with a very difficult situation, she knew what it was like when people reached their breaking points. When there was no way out, death was seen as the easier option.
She looked back over her shoulder as lightning struck again. The trees lit up. She blinked. She could see him there for a brief second, but then he was gone.
She looked back down into the darkness, taking a deep breath. This was the only thing she could do correctly. If she were to just die, everything would be okay. She would finally be a peace.
Now, she just had to get the courage to do so. She took a series of deep breaths as she crept closer toward the edge. Maybe it would be better this way to go in the darkness. She wouldn’t know when she had actually stepped off the edge until it was too late.
That was the funny thing about going in the light. You always knew when the end was coming. The darkness blocked you from seeing that. It kept up wondering when it was going to happen. It was almost like it was the way things were supposed to do-if that made any sense.
Still, she would like to see the end coming. It would make everything all that much better. No….She couldn’t think like that. The end was in sight. She would be brave…She would not allow the small things to prevent her from doing what she needed to do. She had to keep her head straight. She had to think.
Maybe thinking wasn’t really the right thing to do. It was her thinking that she had made the right choice that had actually ended up with her being in this bad situation in the first place. Thinking was what got you into the trouble. The act of not thinking meant that you were truly living.
Thunder roared above her. The heavens were yelling at to make her choice.
She took a couple of shallow breaths. The edge had be coming. She just had to brave and face whatever was out there waiting for her. She had to be strong. Her strength was what was going to keep her alive in the long run.
She looked back at the trees as lightning struck again. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there waiting for to see what she was going to do. This was good. It meant that she still had time to escape from him.
She took another step. This was it…It was getting closer and closer. She just had to take a couple more steps and it would all be over.
Thunder and lightning clashed above her head in a dangerous power dual. She just had to be brave and believe she could pull this off.
Just a couple more steps and it would all be over. Just a couple more steps and she would face her destiny.
This was her destiny….She had to believe it….This was what she was supposed to do.
Even though she was walking to her grave, there was something peaceful about the whole matter. She wasn’t frightened. In fact, if anything, she felt a sense of joy and peacefulness. Everything was telling her that she was making the right choice.
She looked back over at the tree line. She couldn’t see anything but the darkness. Even though he was close, she felt at peace. In just a few minutes, he would no longer be able to hurt her. Though as long as he was alive, he would still be able to hurt others.
No, she couldn’t think like that. She had to save herself first. In order to save the others, she had to save herself.
“ABBIGAL!” he screamed behind her, his voice laced with pain.
She took one final breath before plunging into enteral darkness.
Where Can I Read the Whole Story?
Just follow the links below:
Blog: https://serenastone.livejournal.com/2...
Fictionpress: https://www.fictionpress.com/s/335964...
Have a wonderful Halloween!
Serena
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