Creative Writing: Why I Read Out

I ran fast gliding through the hollow forest. The forest looked so small and yet it was a huge plain that never moved. The trees stood stiff as they whispered hushed tones to each other. Glass surrounded every tree as a sign telling all the loyal citizens of cratopia that this territory was dangerous, forbidden. A tall metal fence stood in front of me with a huge sign that read out. RESTRICTED KEEP OUT Why was I running? Where was I? How did I get here? These Questions ran the principal character in my mind. My shirt was ripped, making my skin visible. Scares covered my muscles, as blood overlapped them. “He’s over here you idiot “a voice called out. The shadows,

My body was dyeing away, My breathing ragged and noiseless, but still it drew out at a slow pace. My footsteps made a fast crunching sound as I ran across the heavy and still ground.

I was starving and my stomach fought for survival. My mind became numb and weak and I couldn’t think anymore. I got the water bottle that had been strapped onto the position of my back pack. The water was nearly gone and only a serving of 3 drops lay there. After so many hours trying to complete my thoughts did I do something to them? I thought. Night had fallen and it was now dark and silent, making me relax a little as I camouflaged in the tree. My throat was dry now and my breath began to slow down. A panic had hit me making me strike up and look around. “It’s a shirt, do you still know how to use your eyes” a voice had set in my head. They had been beneath me holding my torn shirt. I sat still, not daring to move. A sharp glass ball blew into me and I shifted my body to fit the pain. “If you can't do your job, then I demand that you be killed” a sharp raspy voice screamed out. His voice was harsh very harsh and loud as if he had been the commander and chief of the ground forces. The other voices had hushed down by now no one daring to even