A cold chill shot down my spine as warm air blew past my ear.

The word next vibrated in my mind.

I tried to catch my breath.

Wanting to run.

But where?

And where was I?

“Miss Donavan?” someone called.

Male.

I recognized the voice. Not one I ever wanted to hear again.

“Do you think you can escape? No one ever escapes!”

Maybe so, but I sure as hell would. Or hopefully, die trying.

Thunder echoed in the distance, adding to the eeriness of my current situation.

Speak again. I need to know where you are.

I looked around, searching for a way out. For salvation.

“And there you are, pet.”

My heart sank as Mr. Wells, my tenth grade Biology teacher, stepped out from behind a tree.

“And what a beautiful pet you are.”

My salvation wouldn’t come.

I prayed now for the mercy of death.

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By Sarah on 05.19.09 3:20 pm | Permalink

The wet, leaf riddled ground did it.

Woke me.

Normally, I slept lightly, waking if someone walked past my door at night.

So it surprised me when my eyes opened to find tall trees everywhere, leaves spreading a canopy of shelter overhead. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night from my spot on the soggy floor.

Pushing my body up into a sitting position, I struggled to make sense of the eerie setting.

The last memory I mustered up was of Nixon driving me to work. My shift started at four and I would’ve made it—if he had gotten gas before he picked me up.

As he peeled out of the Stop A Minit, I turned automatically, checking both ways. I screamed and grabbed his elbow as his Chevy lurched forward.

And there it was.

My final memory.

The grill of an SUV plowing into my window.

I searched for a connection to the all-too-real forest around me.

Had I been rushed to a hospital?

And most importantly—where was I?

Standing, the loose clothing flowed around me. Nothing like the server uniform I wore to work. I gawked at the fabric.

Surprisingly, the gown-like attire felt refreshing against my bare skin. I held out my arms and jutted out one leg. It brushed just below my knees and elbows, draping, yet still clinging enough to give me a figure.

Hmm. I can work with this. Too bad it’s not blue.

As I inspected myself, the white of the dress changed—to blue.

And not just any blue. The exact shade I’d pictured in my mind seconds before—the color of my favorite sleeveless shirt, presumably hanging in my closet.

My jaw dropped as the color change rolled across the fabric like water wetting a paper towel.

The transformation complete, my head snapped up as a chuckle sounded in front of me.

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By Liz on 05.19.09 11:17 pm | Permalink

the rustling of spring leaves slapped me awake from my sleep of serenity.

“its day already?”

within a fragment of a second, i sprung back on to my heels. my eyes searched for any movement in the misty woods.

“at least no one saw me”

i closed my eyes, relieved that i remained as a myth. the fresh air made my wings slowly creep out of their hide out, my back.

as my fragile treasures came out, i began to shrink to my original size. ahhhhh. my small slender self again. the well-coiffed bun that was my hair brooke loose, and a sea of blonde strands flooded in.

my long red skirt, wet from the drizzle yesterday night, swirled as i did a turn en pointe. i was so happy.

it is not easy being me. in the day a fairy and at night a human. the life of a creature which doesn’t exist for the ever-filled minds of humans.

my wings fluttered into action and i felt a surge of excitement. i do it everyday but it is never the same. never boring. and never found out.

a smile flashed it’s way onto my face, as rays of the golden shimmering sun rushed past me. the sun my day companion with whom i play hide and seek with. he is a very cunning player, though. he usually hides behind the clouds just to make me look harder. boring is nonexistent in his dictionary. always radiant and cheerful.

i looked up at him. it must be hard for him too,i figured .in the day he is ‘the mighty Sun’ but at night he is just the moon. like me he has two personalities.

“maybe i am not the only one having this problem, huh?”

he wanted to play. i knew it. the way he focussed his ray onto me. ahhh, he always does that.

“fine, lets play, ”

i fluttered into the woods. The End.

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By writer on 05.20.09 2:45 am | Permalink

Nagging in my gut told me I should have stayed away from the forest. I felt lured to the beauty, but as I walked the unease was unsettling.

Amazed at how fast I became lost I wandered always looking behind me. Streams of sun came through the mammoth trees, I felt the need to stay in the sun light, stay out of the shadows.

Whispers all around me, I looked over my shoulder. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I had goose bumps on my arms and I could feel the lump in my throat as I fought the fear that was welling up inside of me.

“Hello” I cried out in a rather wimpy voice. I stood waiting for an answer but the only answer I received was the silence. The whispering stopped. I waited for about 2 minutes waiting for the whispering to begin again.

Maybe this was all my imagination, but I began to feel like a hundred pairs of eyes were on me. It took all my nerve to stand still and wait. Silent.

I began to run. No longer able to stand still, I had to get back to my uncles house. I should never have come here. The tears poured freely from my eyes as I ran the fear poured out of me. Pushing the branches away from my I could swear I heard someone following me. I found an inner strength to keep running that I was not aware I had. I ran into the next patch of sun light and stopped to catch my breath, the whispering just behind me I spun around looking for the people talking.

Nothing, but green trees so tall it made the New york skyline seem small town.

falling to the ground I buried my head and cried.

“Who are you? What do you want?” My body shook from the sobs and dirt clung to my face as I cried into the ground. Still nothing even the whispering stopped.

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By Brenna on 05.21.09 11:00 am | Permalink