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The Journey to the End - Breanna Stitzel

Looking up at the sky, the woman sees the moon is still hidden.
Good.
The roaring of the ocean below sounds in the quiet of the night.
So lonely…so lost…like me.
A single tear slips down her cheek. With a dirty hand, she swipes it away, smearing grime on her face. She then bends down and [...]

Looking up at the sky, the woman sees the moon is still hidden.

Good.

The roaring of the ocean below sounds in the quiet of the night.

So lonely…so lost…like me.

A single tear slips down her cheek. With a dirty hand, she swipes it away, smearing grime on her face. She then bends down and burdensomely picks up her satchel and on unsteady legs the woman again starts the trek to the cliff as thoughts bombard for her attention…

You’re a worthless piece of trash!  You don’t belong here, you don’t belong anywhere.  You’re not human, you’re nothing.

People and voices flood the woman and she shakes her head furiously to get rid of them. So much pain, so much she needs to extinguish…

With another furious shake, the woman continues walking with her left leg dragging behind her. With her right arm permanently tucked up against her bosom, her left arm clenches the satchel. Inside laid the solution. All she has to do is make it to the cliff before the moon appears. Then she will be able to release the affliction that has held her captive.

Suddenly, the night sky grows in brilliance.

“Nooooooo!” screams the woman. “You have to stay hidden! He said so!”

Running as fast as her disfigured leg would allow, she races to the cliff.

Abruptly, the man with the warning steps into her path.

“So you came. You stupid fool.”

Then with horror, the woman watches as her worst nightmare comes true.

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I remember reading this when you wrote it for Jason’s contest a while back.  It still sends chills down my spine, despite – or perhaps, because of – the lack of details.  Something malevolent and evil is clearly happening, and it’s left up to our own imaginations to determine what.

1 Jim October 17, 2007 10:32 pm

It’s too bad that you limit stories to 1000 words. I love another story that I want to post but it’s 1075 words. I’m glad that you still like this one though. :-)

2 Breanna October 18, 2007 12:06 am

That is a cool story! Evil in its short simpicity! I like it!

3 lavender October 18, 2007 5:07 pm

Beautifully written.

4 Stephanie Vann October 20, 2007 11:56 am

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