a short story called escape
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Escape
She ran bare foot in the darkness digging her soles into the soft grainy sand.
It was pitch black, not even the Moon lit her pathway. Her breath came in short sharp bursts matching her steps. The path she knew by memory got steeper, as deeper her feet dug into the shifting sands.
Pebbles now dug into her feet, she altered her position getting her bearings until the softness of sand was under foot again as she felt the small clumps of grass brush her legs, she knew now she was on the right track.
She needed to run faster for they were behind her, She knew she hadn’t long as she heard the noise of the engines behind her as around 50 yards to her right through the trees was the old road. The convoy was behind her gaining speed..
Her feet now were covering the hardened earth as higher and higher she climbed, half running, scrambling over unseen obstacles.
She saw the outline of trees to her left and dived amongst them as the beam of light shone in front of her. The motorcycle with the uniformed rider drove past her hiding place at speed, kicking up the sand and dust in his wake.
She counted to Ten, took another deep breath and set of running again higher and steeper, every step taking the breath from her lungs
But she knew she couldn’t stop, for the Wagons were coming.
She was alert with all her senses coming into play, as she ran through the darkness, relying on her awareness of memory of the trail and her sense of touch as well as her sixth sense that instinctively kicked in.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the sweat oozed from every pore. The noise from the wagons now droned behind her, she had to get to the top, and then she knew she would be safe. But as hard as she ran the steeper and harder it became and it slowed her progress.
The searchlight from the lead wagon was switched on, its beam shot a line through the trees behind her. She had to stick to the path for a while longer yet, to detour now into the unknown forest would be fatal
Her limbs ached as her lungs wanted to explode as the pain of running so fast and hard overwhelmed her.
She gritted her teeth in her determination as she dug her feet deeper into the moving slope, knowing her feet were bleeding, she focused on her climb as the sand bank slipped beneath her steps. Her instincts told her she hadn’t much further to go and she would be safe..
“ Keep going, keep going” she told herself, until she felt the blast of the ocean breeze hit her face. The wind hit her, blowing her hair back from where it has stuck upon her sweat laden brow, waking her senses. She breathed in deep gulping at the cold sea air as she heard the crashing waves below.
The wagons of war roared louder behind her and she knew it was now or never to put her faith to the test.
The Moon surfaced from behind the clouds casting some light upon her path. She was there, right on the edge.. She stopped. Knowing there was no way back.
She looked behind to see the head lights had stopped where the road had ran out. Torch light now was seen blinking up and down the track she’d just climbed as the soldiers followed her path.
She knew she could do it.. She just needed faith.
She smiled as the Moon sprinkled her light upon the scene. Showing her standing on the edge of the cliff, with the ocean waves crashing beneath her.
She took a deep breath as she raised her arms skyward as in some ritual.
She gave herself the command..
“Fly”…..
as she launched herself off the cliff face. Falling down and down, and then… she flew, up and up, feeling the wind beneath her, she was free, and she was flying home..
She had always known she could fly in the face of danger, she soared through the dark sky, leaving everything behind her. Her gaze was now on the Horizon, she saw the Light in the distance as she headed for it..
“ I am coming Home”
were her last thoughts ..
She ran bare foot in the darkness digging her soles into the soft grainy sand.
It was pitch black, not even the Moon lit her pathway. Her breath came in short sharp bursts matching her steps. The path she knew by memory got steeper, as deeper her feet dug into the shifting sands.
Pebbles now dug into her feet, she altered her position getting her bearings until the softness of sand was under foot again as she felt the small clumps of grass brush her legs, she knew now she was on the right track.
She needed to run faster for they were behind her, She knew she hadn’t long as she heard the noise of the engines behind her as around 50 yards to her right through the trees was the old road. The convoy was behind her gaining speed..
Her feet now were covering the hardened earth as higher and higher she climbed, half running, scrambling over unseen obstacles.
She saw the outline of trees to her left and dived amongst them as the beam of light shone in front of her. The motorcycle with the uniformed rider drove past her hiding place at speed, kicking up the sand and dust in his wake.
She counted to Ten, took another deep breath and set of running again higher and steeper, every step taking the breath from her lungs
But she knew she couldn’t stop, for the Wagons were coming.
She was alert with all her senses coming into play, as she ran through the darkness, relying on her awareness of memory of the trail and her sense of touch as well as her sixth sense that instinctively kicked in.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the sweat oozed from every pore. The noise from the wagons now droned behind her, she had to get to the top, and then she knew she would be safe. But as hard as she ran the steeper and harder it became and it slowed her progress.
The searchlight from the lead wagon was switched on, its beam shot a line through the trees behind her. She had to stick to the path for a while longer yet, to detour now into the unknown forest would be fatal
Her limbs ached as her lungs wanted to explode as the pain of running so fast and hard overwhelmed her.
She gritted her teeth in her determination as she dug her feet deeper into the moving slope, knowing her feet were bleeding, she focused on her climb as the sand bank slipped beneath her steps. Her instincts told her she hadn’t much further to go and she would be safe..
“ Keep going, keep going” she told herself, until she felt the blast of the ocean breeze hit her face. The wind hit her, blowing her hair back from where it has stuck upon her sweat laden brow, waking her senses. She breathed in deep gulping at the cold sea air as she heard the crashing waves below.
The wagons of war roared louder behind her and she knew it was now or never to put her faith to the test.
The Moon surfaced from behind the clouds casting some light upon her path. She was there, right on the edge.. She stopped. Knowing there was no way back.
She looked behind to see the head lights had stopped where the road had ran out. Torch light now was seen blinking up and down the track she’d just climbed as the soldiers followed her path.
She knew she could do it.. She just needed faith.
She smiled as the Moon sprinkled her light upon the scene. Showing her standing on the edge of the cliff, with the ocean waves crashing beneath her.
She took a deep breath as she raised her arms skyward as in some ritual.
She gave herself the command..
“Fly”…..
as she launched herself off the cliff face. Falling down and down, and then… she flew, up and up, feeling the wind beneath her, she was free, and she was flying home..
She had always known she could fly in the face of danger, she soared through the dark sky, leaving everything behind her. Her gaze was now on the Horizon, she saw the Light in the distance as she headed for it..
“ I am coming Home”
were her last thoughts ..
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Escape
She ran bare foot in the darkness digging her soles into the soft grainy sand.
It was pitch black, not even the Moon lit her pathway. Her breath came in short sharp bursts matching her steps. The path she knew by memory got steeper, as deeper her feet dug into the shifting sands.
Pebbles now dug into her feet, she altered her position getting her bearings until the softness of sand was under foot again as she felt the small clumps of grass brush her legs, she knew now she was on the right track.
She needed to run faster for they were behind her, She knew she hadn’t long as she heard the noise of the engines behind her as around 50 yards to her right through the trees was the old road. The convoy was behind her gaining speed..
Her feet now were covering the hardened earth as higher and higher she climbed, half running, scrambling over unseen obstacles.
She saw the outline of trees to her left and dived amongst them as the beam of light shone in front of her. The motorcycle with the uniformed rider drove past her hiding place at speed, kicking up the sand and dust in his wake.
She counted to Ten, took another deep breath and set of running again higher and steeper, every step taking the breath from her lungs
But she knew she couldn’t stop, for the Wagons were coming.
She was alert with all her senses coming into play, as she ran through the darkness, relying on her awareness of memory of the trail and her sense of touch as well as her sixth sense that instinctively kicked in.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the sweat oozed from every pore. The noise from the wagons now droned behind her, she had to get to the top, and then she knew she would be safe. But as hard as she ran the steeper and harder it became and it slowed her progress.
The searchlight from the lead wagon was switched on, its beam shot a line through the trees behind her. She had to stick to the path for a while longer yet, to detour now into the unknown forest would be fatal
Her limbs ached as her lungs wanted to explode as the pain of running so fast and hard overwhelmed her.
She gritted her teeth in her determination as she dug her feet deeper into the moving slope, knowing her feet were bleeding, she focused on her climb as the sand bank slipped beneath her steps. Her instincts told her she hadn’t much further to go and she would be safe..
“ Keep going, keep going” she told herself, until she felt the blast of the ocean breeze hit her face. The wind hit her, blowing her hair back from where it has stuck upon her sweat laden brow, waking her senses. She breathed in deep gulping at the cold sea air as she heard the crashing waves below.
The wagons of war roared louder behind her and she knew it was now or never to put her faith to the test.
The Moon surfaced from behind the clouds casting some light upon her path. She was there, right on the edge.. She stopped. Knowing there was no way back.
She looked behind to see the head lights had stopped where the road had ran out. Torch light now was seen blinking up and down the track she’d just climbed as the soldiers followed her path.
She knew she could do it.. She just needed faith.
She smiled as the Moon sprinkled her light upon the scene. Showing her standing on the edge of the cliff, with the ocean waves crashing beneath her.
She took a deep breath as she raised her arms skyward as in some ritual.
She gave herself the command
Escape
She ran bare foot in the darkness digging her soles into the soft grainy sand.
It was pitch black, not even the Moon lit her pathway. Her breath came in short sharp bursts matching her steps. The path she knew by memory got steeper, as deeper her feet dug into the shifting sands.
Pebbles now dug into her feet, she altered her position getting her bearings until the softness of sand was under foot again as she felt the small clumps of grass brush her legs, she knew now she was on the right track.
She needed to run faster for they were behind her, She knew she hadn’t long as she heard the noise of the engines behind her as around 50 yards to her right through the trees was the old road. The convoy was behind her gaining speed..
Her feet now were covering the hardened earth as higher and higher she climbed, half running, scrambling over unseen obstacles.
She saw the outline of trees to her left and dived amongst them as the beam of light shone in front of her. The motorcycle with the uniformed rider drove past her hiding place at speed, kicking up the sand and dust in his wake.
She counted to Ten, took another deep breath and set of running again higher and steeper, every step taking the breath from her lungs
But she knew she couldn’t stop, for the Wagons were coming.
She was alert with all her senses coming into play, as she ran through the darkness, relying on her awareness of memory of the trail and her sense of touch as well as her sixth sense that instinctively kicked in.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the sweat oozed from every pore. The noise from the wagons now droned behind her, she had to get to the top, and then she knew she would be safe. But as hard as she ran the steeper and harder it became and it slowed her progress.
The searchlight from the lead wagon was switched on, its beam shot a line through the trees behind her. She had to stick to the path for a while longer yet, to detour now into the unknown forest would be fatal
Her limbs ached as her lungs wanted to explode as the pain of running so fast and hard overwhelmed her.
She gritted her teeth in her determination as she dug her feet deeper into the moving slope, knowing her feet were bleeding, she focused on her climb as the sand bank slipped beneath her steps. Her instincts told her she hadn’t much further to go and she would be safe..
“ Keep going, keep going” she told herself, until she felt the blast of the ocean breeze hit her face. The wind hit her, blowing her hair back from where it has stuck upon her sweat laden brow, waking her senses. She breathed in deep gulping at the cold sea air as she heard the crashing waves below.
The wagons of war roared louder behind her and she knew it was now or never to put her faith to the test.
The Moon surfaced from behind the clouds casting some light upon her path. She was there, right on the edge.. She stopped. Knowing there was no way back.
She looked behind to see the head lights had stopped where the road had ran out. Torch light now was seen blinking up and down the track she’d just climbed as the soldiers followed her path.
She knew she could do it.. She just needed faith.
She smiled as the Moon sprinkled her light upon the scene. Showing her standing on the edge of the cliff, with the ocean waves crashing beneath her.
She took a deep breath as she raised her arms skyward as in some ritual.
She gave herself the command
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