I'm running for my life; this is a matter of life and death. My pursuers are relentless, fueled by the desire for blood. I need to keep moving to stay alive. They've got the taste of blood now and they'll never stop. I'm so very cold as I only have my one fur jacket on and these slippers. They caught me unaware and now there is nowhere to go in this barren, frozen landscape. Suddenly, I see a tree that I can climb up ahead. It is hard to with all the snow and ice but I scramble up the tree just as my pursuers reach me. I see the blood that I left behind like small diamonds in the snow. My arm is oozing blood but there is no time to think of that now. The beautiful creatures snarl their teeth at me from below and try to climb my safe haven. They really are quite lovely in all their fearsome glory with the sharp teeth, the razors for claws, and their keen sense of smell. I look into the deep brown eyes of one of them and see nothing but survival instincts there. She just wants to feed her family and this is the only way she knows how, I've intruded upon her family. Finally, I know there is no getting out of this as they inch closer and closer. I take the dagger out of its sheath from within my jacket, pray, and jump to my death.
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Lindsey Altom
For me, writing runs in the blood. I've wrote songs, poems and short stories ever since I was a little girl. I mostly like to write about my life experiences mixed with a little fiction or just things that come off the top of my head! :)
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I do and then I don't
I never thought I would be here, sitting in this lonely crack in your car. I'm just under the seat but you can't see me. What will become of me now? Will I ever get to adorn someone's ring finger again? Oh! How far I've fallen in this crevice of misery. I remember when your father bought me for your mother. There I was just sitting in that dime store glass jewelry case just hoping to go home with some happy couple. Then, there he came and he brought me home with him. He was so excited to show me to your mother. You were there already, laughing and giggling in your baby swing in the background. Down on one knee, he presented me to your mother as a token of his love. I remember how thrilled she was when with a smile on her face she said, "I do." After a couple of years though, things started to fall apart. She no longer looked at me with happiness and instead, it was with disdain. I was so sad when her "I do" became I don't. For years, I sat in a small compartment in your mother's jewelry box. It was so lonely there and dark much like this space under the seat in your car. Finally, one day, she carefully took me out of the jewelry box, and imagine my surprise when she handed me to you on your wedding day. You were grown and looking so lovely and beautiful. She explained to you that her wedding bands that once adorned her finger should now adorn yours. You were so happy to see me, I felt so loved! You were so happy for years to wear me, so proud to show others and tell others where I had come from and what I meant to you. I was there through your marriage but it soon became obvious to me that you two couldn't live together and yet you couldn't seem to live without each other either. One day though I noticed that you seemed so tired. You couldn't handle the fights anymore. Much like your father and mother, you and your love were moving in different directions. I was so disheartened when you sadly took me off your finger and once again, I was placed in a jewelry box. You still took me out every once in a while though and wore me simply because I was a testament to your parent's love and that is how I came to be lost in this crevice. One day, I was in your car and you had taken me off and placed me in your cup holder. Soon, your little boy came out and picked me up. He wasn't supposed to touch me I heard you say later while I sat in my crevice but he was curious. He picked me up and suddenly I slipped from his small hands then I was in this crevice. It's so sad and dark here. I wonder if you'll ever find me? You've already looked so hard. Is this it? Is this where I'll stay? The years go by and yet here I stay. One day, you sell the car giving up all hope of finding me. This car is now my home and we two are one. My new owner as I'm a part of this car now is a young man. He has a girlfriend I know this because I hear her. One day, the young man is cleaning the car. he is giving this car a good detailing job and suddenly I hope. I had forgotten what hope felt like because for so many years I'd set here. Suddenly, against all odds, he finds me. I see it in his eyes as an idea sparks in his mind. I go to a small box and there I sit. I want and hope so badly to adorn someone's finger as a token of love again. Could I have mistaken the look in his eyes? Suddenly, the young man opens the box and I'm at a restaurant and the girl, the girl I've heard in the car stands before me. She looks so beautiful and happy! She takes me from his hand and places me on her lovely finger and says those words I've longed to hear for so many years..."I do."
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