Summer SolsticeA Chapter by Nicole Renee
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The rain poured roughly on Emily
Dawson’s pale face, the air not feeling familiar and there was grass that
replaced the warmth of a bed. She was awake, yet felt as though she was in slow
motion, being the only person moving faster than everybody else. It took Emily
a while to open her eyes, adjusting to the unfamiliar grass and dir t underneath
her fingers while pushing against her body’s will to stand up on two feet. The
nerves in her legs make her shake with weakness, having to claw onto a tree and
regain whatever strength Emily had while she focused her eyes on where she was.
“I’m in a forest. It’s has to be around midnight. Hmm.” Emily searched around
for any tiny clues, letting herself walk in a random direction The one thing
about being a time traveler was that it didn’t matter what direction you went
in, you’d find something in the aftermath of it all that would be relevant sooner
or later than you expected.
Shivering from the dampness of the
clothing, a car honked from the northwest side of the forest. Emily jumped
about four feet into the air, squinting her eyes in the direction that the
noise was coming from. For some reason, the noise trigged a remembrance of when
she went up her cabin all the time with her parents to Little Rock Lake. Emily bit her bottom lip and took a deep
breath, running through the sheet of rain. Dodging tree branches in the sheet
of rain, the twenty one year old got to her destination, her hair sticking all
over her face. “Andersons…Little Rock!” Emily muttered, going right up to a
young Mr. Anderson asking, “What year is it?” The blond haired man looked startled,
yet told her 1990. Emily nodded and ran off, not caring about if he thought she
was weird and homeless. She ran off, a gut feeling making her on the edge. Suddenly,
there was yelling down the road and pleading cries. Her father disappeared in
1990 on the weekend cabin trip, and they had gotten robbed before her father
was dragged out of the house so he could drive the robber to his next
destination. At first, Emily and her
mother thought he was dead, a gunshot being heard about five minutes later.
After that, her mother was in a depression for a while until her father
appeared again thee years later. Since then, Emily tried to ask her father
where he had been and all she got was a shrug.
Tripping into the muddy
roads in her mid-run to walk, Emily saw two men conversing, which seemed more
like bitter yells. She hid into the towering trees nearby the men, one raising
a gun to the other one. Emily’s jaw dropped, and stared as she the man pointing
a gun to her father’s head, almost jumping out of her hiding spot until the
trigger was pulled. Emily screamed no, taking a second to realize that she had
exposed her hiding spot and to see that her father really did disappear. Literally.
© 2010 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 22, 2010 Last Updated on April 3, 2010 AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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