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Abyss · 01-29-2013

Finished the introduction to the story, if you'd like to read it here:

The glistening flames waver as I walk through them. The fire repels out of my way. I look across the desolate dark field looking for any source of life. Nothing moves... The regret sinks into this post apocalyptic world as I fall to my knees. Not a trace of my family is left, nothing to bury, nothing to hold – gone... Looking out at the rising sun, raging, resentful, and riled, I curse under my breath. My heart fills with revenge. My eyes start to water. I just want to yell, but I know it won't bring back the departed. I slowly get up, fist clenched, insanity sinking in. I start running in a random direction, hoping to get away from here. Stumbling over my own legs and tears I run – till I can't run anymore. I finally fall, my mind starts going blank. My parched throat seems to be filled with sand. It hurts to swallow. My eyes fading, I see the shadow of a figure standing over me with a frown of disapproval. I black out...

I wake up to the sound of running water and the sweet warm touch of a women's hands. However, I do not wonder where I am or who she is – I am too busy lost in my own memories. Still stricken by loss I can't help but regret everything. I hear her humming a happy tune, yet it doesn't change the mood of a solemn man. As I slowly and painfully lay up the humming stops. My still parched throat allows the smallest groan. She turns to face me with a smile so rare for these times I thought it was a dream. All that was interrupted by an older looking woman with a constant frown. I sat there quietly waiting for a chance to speak. I looked to the left and on a small oak table a cup of water stood paired with a bowl of soup and bread. Quickly taking up the water I drank it, making sure not a drop touched the ground. Again, the humming resumed as I ate the warm chunky soup and took small bites of my toasted bread. I finally let out a word of thanks, the older woman gave a simple nod while the young lady gave a full curtsy. Strolling outside, I took a deep breath. The area was grey and mundane, but there was a small exception. A bushel of white flowers lay directly in front of the house. I looked at them with curiosity for it was the second time I had seen these white flowers. Walking back into the house I felt calm. No more anguish resonated in my eyes or came to mind. I felt free of my grievances. I decided to tell the young girl my story... the story of how I was saved by a smile and a flower.

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Abyss Registered User Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 43	Finished the introduction to the story, if you'd like to read it here: The glistening flames waver as I walk through them. The fire repels out of my way. I look across the desolate dark field looking for any source of life. Nothing moves... The regret sinks into this post apocalyptic world as I fall to my knees. Not a trace of my family is left, nothing to bury, nothing to hold – gone... Looking out at the rising sun, raging, resentful, and riled, I curse under my breath. My heart fills with revenge. My eyes start to water. I just want to yell, but I know it won't bring back the departed. I slowly get up, fist clenched, insanity sinking in. I start running in a random direction, hoping to get away from here. Stumbling over my own legs and tears I run – till I can't run anymore. I finally fall, my mind starts going blank. My parched throat seems to be filled with sand. It hurts to swallow. My eyes fading, I see the shadow of a figure standing over me with a frown of disapproval. I black out... I wake up to the sound of running water and the sweet warm touch of a women's hands. However, I do not wonder where I am or who she is – I am too busy lost in my own memories. Still stricken by loss I can't help but regret everything. I hear her humming a happy tune, yet it doesn't change the mood of a solemn man. As I slowly and painfully lay up the humming stops. My still parched throat allows the smallest groan. She turns to face me with a smile so rare for these times I thought it was a dream. All that was interrupted by an older looking woman with a constant frown. I sat there quietly waiting for a chance to speak. I looked to the left and on a small oak table a cup of water stood paired with a bowl of soup and bread. Quickly taking up the water I drank it, making sure not a drop touched the ground. Again, the humming resumed as I ate the warm chunky soup and took small bites of my toasted bread. I finally let out a word of thanks, the older woman gave a simple nod while the young lady gave a full curtsy. Strolling outside, I took a deep breath. The area was grey and mundane, but there was a small exception. A bushel of white flowers lay directly in front of the house. I looked at them with curiosity for it was the second time I had seen these white flowers. Walking back into the house I felt calm. No more anguish resonated in my eyes or came to mind. I felt free of my grievances. I decided to tell the young girl my story... the story of how I was saved by a smile and a flower.