The first actual writing I've done in over a decade.
ventured home holding a brisk pace lest my imagination run away with me at this late hour.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my phone. Lack of street lights and even the moon had my eyes adjust to the clammy darkness and so the light of the screen momentarily blinded me.
11:45pm.
I would have used the screen as a makeshift torch but the battery conveniently died. I placed the now useless lump back in my pocket. Treading carefully incase treacherous twigs stumbled me I followed the path home. Shivering, I drew my arms about myself. I had forgotten to bring a coat or jacket to work and the loose shirt I wore did little to keep the battering winds from chilling me.
Long grass banked the hill to my left and many hedges lay on top roofed by tall, creaking trees. I dared not gaze into that shadowy world for long. To my right; a descending bank which lead into an elevated car park, deserted. The only sound that echoed up towards me is what I assumed to be a metal gate clashing forlornly.
Deeper into darkness I ascended as I turned left and climbed the hill towards my house. I passed a neighbour and my thoughts turned to the two empty shells that lay beside me. Both of the elderly residents had retired into homes and now both houses lay empty. Mine lay in the middle, alone and surrounded by it's garden.
As I approached my gate, the wind blowing about my ears and disturbing all the leaves I felt a creeping sensation up my spine. I stopped walking. I hardly dared to breathe. I listened.
Nothing but gusts of air I heard. I stood still for a few seconds longer until out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. Turning quickly round I watched the fence that lay behind me bordering a small field filled with long grass. The grass waved at me. Only it waved in a straight line and away from me. Something was moving through the grass, retreating from me. A badger or a fox I thought. I had probably startled the poor creature in my haste to get home.
I turned back to my gate, before I had even taken a step ahead I heard footsteps behind me, hitting the concrete hard from my left to my right and fading past the garage to my left. Terrified, I instantly moved forward, fumbling at the catch on the gate. Out of pure fear I gave up and leapt over the knee high obstruction. I landed badly my feet stumbling on the steps leading down and bashing my head on the wooden gate. All went black..
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Written on 2014-07-15 at 01:48
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The walk home pt.1
It began as a night like any other. I had worked late at my place of employment and nowventured home holding a brisk pace lest my imagination run away with me at this late hour.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my phone. Lack of street lights and even the moon had my eyes adjust to the clammy darkness and so the light of the screen momentarily blinded me.
11:45pm.
I would have used the screen as a makeshift torch but the battery conveniently died. I placed the now useless lump back in my pocket. Treading carefully incase treacherous twigs stumbled me I followed the path home. Shivering, I drew my arms about myself. I had forgotten to bring a coat or jacket to work and the loose shirt I wore did little to keep the battering winds from chilling me.
Long grass banked the hill to my left and many hedges lay on top roofed by tall, creaking trees. I dared not gaze into that shadowy world for long. To my right; a descending bank which lead into an elevated car park, deserted. The only sound that echoed up towards me is what I assumed to be a metal gate clashing forlornly.
Deeper into darkness I ascended as I turned left and climbed the hill towards my house. I passed a neighbour and my thoughts turned to the two empty shells that lay beside me. Both of the elderly residents had retired into homes and now both houses lay empty. Mine lay in the middle, alone and surrounded by it's garden.
As I approached my gate, the wind blowing about my ears and disturbing all the leaves I felt a creeping sensation up my spine. I stopped walking. I hardly dared to breathe. I listened.
Nothing but gusts of air I heard. I stood still for a few seconds longer until out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. Turning quickly round I watched the fence that lay behind me bordering a small field filled with long grass. The grass waved at me. Only it waved in a straight line and away from me. Something was moving through the grass, retreating from me. A badger or a fox I thought. I had probably startled the poor creature in my haste to get home.
I turned back to my gate, before I had even taken a step ahead I heard footsteps behind me, hitting the concrete hard from my left to my right and fading past the garage to my left. Terrified, I instantly moved forward, fumbling at the catch on the gate. Out of pure fear I gave up and leapt over the knee high obstruction. I landed badly my feet stumbling on the steps leading down and bashing my head on the wooden gate. All went black..
Short story by ttius
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Written on 2014-07-15 at 01:48
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