Whats in the night...

[daynz]

 Clouds covered the moon while darkness covered every corner. Light was bright, killed the blackness of night and music rang in ears. Voices were shouting. Sounds were blaring. And people were dancing in the clearing with the beat. Creature’s lurked, ignorant ones smirked; turning a blind eye to ones that were hurt.

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Slowly, I re-moved myself from the crowed not wanting to cause a fuss and tried to walk away from the music. It was around 1am in the morning and I’d had a bit too much to drink. My vision was a tad fuzzy on the edges and I couldn’t walk in a straight line. Stumbling through the forest, I tried to stay up right while listening to the music in the clearing fad behind me before the last beat was heard; silence. Alone. The forest was dead silent; trees hang over head, creeping, watching, and moving in the soft, dry breeze. Shadows danced in the flickers of light that the moon desperately tried to give as clouds ambushed its only source of comfort. Silence. Alone. My head was pounding as it tried to recover from the sprits I had drunk. My heels started to sink into the soft dirt of the forest as light dew started to decorate my surroundings. I stopped walking and bent over to take them off. Swish. I snapped my head up at the sound coming from above my head. Rustle. A tree behind me started to shake and bounce, leaves dancing. I abandoned my half un-done shoes loose on my feet and started to walk. My eyes pricked at anyway movement, while I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I didn’t notice when my feet slipped out of my heels as I kept walking along the lone path in the forest. Swish. I whipped my head around me, checking if there was any sign of movement. None. ‘It’s just a bird.’ I told myself, but for some reason, I didn’t believe this. I shook my head trying to clear it again before setting off again. Swish. Ignore. Swish. Blood rushing. Ignore. Swish. Plush pumping. Ignore. Crack. Feet running. Swish. Head swimming. Swish. Closer. Swish. Closer. Swish. Running. Swish. Feet give way. Swish. Falling. I felt my heart hammering as the soft mud moulded around me. Swish. Closer. I cried out into the silent night. There was no one around to help me. No one to hear me scream. No one to see me disappear… My mind is playing tricks, I told myself. It’s the drinks. Slowly getting to my feet I turned around in a full circle. I felt like a hostage, trapped among the trees. But they also seemed like witnesses. Over-viewers. To stand there in till the end of their days watching life around them advance, keeping the secrets with the night un-told.
I didn’t get time to scream.

[tlb0310]

thats awesome

[poniesrule]

Very good story well done