Sponsor |  MumZau | Mar 19, 7:21am | | The taste of salt within his mouth caused Bentley's stomach to shatter the stillness with a shuddery groan. A startled gasp and he was a small boy again, his mother momentarily out of sight and unbridled panic setting in. The moon had lost it's way in a sea of shadowed cloud and the darkness was complete. Bentley broke into a run. |
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|  newgirl2u2 | Mar 19, 5:04pm | | His legs were heavy and seemed to be stiff in a way. He had a hard time running. And the grass along the way is so overgrown. Bentley kept running. Fear transfixed him. He had to keep going, couldn't stop now. |
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Sponsor | | MumZau | Mar 20, 7:11am | | Bentley felt himself fall, first he was running as fast as the nightmare night would allow and then was falling. For a horrifying moment it seemed as if the very earth had swallowed him. The ground hit him at break neck speed and he lay in a crumpled heap. He opened dazed eyes to a blackness that sent a deadly chill along his bruised spine, searing pain let him know non too gently that his right ankle wasn't about to take him anywhere fast, or slow for that matter. He could barely move it and if it wasn't broken, then it might as well be. |
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| | newgirl2u2 | Mar 20, 3:27pm | | Bentley reached into his pocket and found a handkerchief. He tied up his ankle to make it more stable. He had to get to the place on the hill and out of this horrible place. It is so dark and scary. Bentley gathered up his strength and made another try for help. |
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Sponsor | | MumZau | Mar 21, 7:49am | | He screeched in pain, the shock of his own voice in the suffocating blackness abruptly stopped and yet seemed to hang in the unearthly air. Bentley bit his lower lip and through it felt the chatter of his teeth, he was going to die out here in the middle of this lonely nowhere land. It was unconscionable, but he was going to die. He sobbed raggedly and bit down again. Unseen droplets of blood soundlessly spattered the indifferent ground and Bentley heard himself scream. |
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| | newgirl2u2 | Mar 21, 3:31pm | | All at once a figure all dressed in black came toward him. What the heck, is this a dream? Who are you? What is going on, why me Lord? A hundred thoughts flooded Bentley's brain. He was swimming in fear and mental anguish. How ever was he going to rise out of this dreadful predicament? Lord, help me, please, he begged. |
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Sponsor | | MumZau | Mar 23, 6:02am | | 'Are you alright there?' Bentley raised tear-streaked eyes towards the sound. A more solid mass of darkness hovered above his head and the voice held concern, a quavery voice suggesting great age but Bentley could not make out the voice's owner, there was no relent in the smothering fabric of the night. 'Ankle' he managed and his own word sounded as if from afar. Bentley closed his eyes and willed himself back in his own apartment, away from this dreadful night. |
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| | newgirl2u2 | Mar 24, 11:28am | | "Aye say Sir are you lost? I heard your moaning, you OK?". Bentley looked up at the man. He pointed to his ankle. "I hurt my ankle and am having trouble walking." He did not mention how he found himself like this. The gentleman offered his hand, though it was like dead weight. Bentley tried to ease up on his feet but lacked energy. And he was hungry. |
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| | nextword | Mar 24, 4:46pm | | Isn't the use of the word'Cliche' a bit... well... cliche now? |
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