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Stories: Wraith - Pursuit
Oct. 9th, 2011 07:14 pmPlease excuse the double posting from 100 Word War.
Picture me cackling
216-wind_hair_scarf
http://100wordwars.livejournal.com/239296.html
Title: Wraith
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
The dark scarf wafted on the air like someone’s soul caught in the wind. Leon watched it, then turned to see where it had originated. The breeze’s dry cold fingers pulled at his tearing eyes. Only the ocean was in that direction, forty feet below where it beat on the sparse shoreline at the bluff’s base. ‘Perhaps it was a soul after all,’ he thought pushing his hair from his face. The buffeting slap from behind pushed him to the cliff’s edge and the scarf wrapped itself around his face. He never saw the rocky beach as he fell screaming.
217-loose_win_reward
http://100wordwars.livejournal.com/239554.html
Title: Pursuit
The pursuit was for the most part silent and he ran as if a win in this race meant his life. It did. Periodically he’d stop, resting bent over and gasping for breath. When he heard the sound of the rabble, he’d start up again pushing to stay ahead of the mob. Who knew how knowledge of him had gotten loose. The Zombies had almost won this war. There were only a few like him left that still remembered how to breath and act normal. He started off running again deciding that breathing really wasn’t necessary and neither was normal.
Picture me cackling
216-wind_hair_scarf
http://100wordwars.livejournal.com/239296.html
Title: Wraith
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
The dark scarf wafted on the air like someone’s soul caught in the wind. Leon watched it, then turned to see where it had originated. The breeze’s dry cold fingers pulled at his tearing eyes. Only the ocean was in that direction, forty feet below where it beat on the sparse shoreline at the bluff’s base. ‘Perhaps it was a soul after all,’ he thought pushing his hair from his face. The buffeting slap from behind pushed him to the cliff’s edge and the scarf wrapped itself around his face. He never saw the rocky beach as he fell screaming.
217-loose_win_reward
http://100wordwars.livejournal.com/239554.html
Title: Pursuit
The pursuit was for the most part silent and he ran as if a win in this race meant his life. It did. Periodically he’d stop, resting bent over and gasping for breath. When he heard the sound of the rabble, he’d start up again pushing to stay ahead of the mob. Who knew how knowledge of him had gotten loose. The Zombies had almost won this war. There were only a few like him left that still remembered how to breath and act normal. He started off running again deciding that breathing really wasn’t necessary and neither was normal.
