Thursday, December 11, 2008

Disoriented; Page #1.0 Draft #4

**Please no copying or stealing or taking. Thankyou...and please comment on any ways I could improve this;;

There was nothing, no one, no where. All she could see was bare, flat ground. No trees, no people, no plants, no animals, no one, nothing. How had she gotten here? She had no idea. First she was...where had she been? Somewhere different...It was...A-a...She couldn't remember! She groaned, wondering how she got here. Wherever here was. It was so...empty. Completely void of anything and everything.
She felt completely alone, "Hello!?" She yelled as loud as she could, straining her voice, her yell turning into a croak. But worse than that was her yell yielded nothing, not even an echo. There was truely nothing.She started walking, one foot infront of the other, heel to toe, heel to toe. She concentrated on her steps, counting untill she lost count in the thousands. Every step she took pounded loudly on the hard ground even through her attempts to walk silently.
She walked for days, never stopping, always walking in the same direction. Always wondering if she was actually walking in circles.
One thing that was starting to drive her crazy was that the landscape always looked exactly the same. Flat, hard-packed reddish-brown dirt. And the sky even had a constant reddish hue, making it look on fire. The whole effect made it look like something bad has happened in the land she was in. Something catastrophic. Like the whole planet (If it was a planet) had burst into flame violently, killing all and leaving nothing.
After a while (she had lost count of her steps in the one thousands enough times that she lost count of how many times she had lost count) she noticed she still was not tired, hungry, or anything, almost as if she had just started walking. This was strange because she was in a hard (though temperate) almost desert looking landscape.
Draft #4 1/2;; Page #1.0 (C) A.W.

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