Final Destination

The Lake's still body tinted purple in the setting sun. He could feel the November wind pull his hair as climbed the mountain, running for freedom. The tall, angry trees mocked his pain. He could feel fear grip it's cold hand around his heart as he reached the top of the mountain, no longer running but crawling. His backpack crashed and joined the fallen wooden soldiers. His internal clock began the count down as his eyes found the mini version of the lake. It was now deep blue in the light of the moon. He sighed, diving with eyes like stone as he watched the lake grow larger and lager. 

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Good start to your story line it has potential and standing the community of the literature of unspoken story telling for the restless souls of the world.

[Tsubaki Kuro]

Wow. Is this part of a bigger. It's really good.

[Cheyenne]

It is a small thing I wrote, I am debating about making it longer. I struggle with that, I will write a small thing I like and there is no explanation of anything, no back story, and I never know where to begin.

[Tsubaki Kuro]

That's cool. Well i wish you the best of luck