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Author: adina-anne
Genre: Uh... original, general. It doesn't really have one.
Word count: 428
Rating: G
Author's Notes: After writing that Warriors of Innocence thing, I realized how much I miss writing and not having a fandom at the moment means I have to come up with names for most of my characters. >:( So I'm going on an original bend. This is my first story for thefirstline.
I'd never considered myself a God-fearing man, but as desperation set in I found myself praying for a miracle. I stumbled down the street a few more feet, cold water splashing on my face and soaking my button-up as it poured from the sky. It seemed as if the ground had come up to meet my face, but I had seen enough in this life to know that I had gone down to meet it. I laid there, taking comfort in the cold, rough surface of the concrete, blocking only the ricochet of the water droplets from hitting my eyes. What seemed like a lifetime later I found the strength to pull myself against the brick wall of a building, out of the path of a hooker out on the prowl or a punk looking for some action. But no one would be out tonight, not in this rain and not with my luck.
I knew I was in a city of some sorts. Probably large, possibly in America. Beyond that I couldn't say. Every so often I could hear the hum of a motor in the distance but no car ever passed my way. Running after it was impossible, not in my condition anyway. I hadn't seen a soul all night; the rain was probably keeping them in, or so my logical mind kept telling me. Something else was wrong though. No buildings had lights, storefronts were closed, neon lights, which would have been shining brightly in the dim aura of the night were nowhere to be seen even after approaching windows. Even the traffic lights were missing. It was as if all life and all light had been eliminated with a very precise, over-sized erasure.
I needed a hospital, or at the very least a chair. Knee surgery does not take kindly to uncouth meanders. I lifted my pant leg and looked down. I was going to loose my ability to walk at this rate, not to mention my sanity. The lack of life and light--two things which subconsciously bring joy and comfort to everyone--were nowhere and seemed completely non-existant.
"Help!" I shouted as loud as I could. But not even a rat so much as ran away. There was no one and nothing except the concrete beneath me, the brick behind me and the rain above me. That is, until my mouth began to speak quietly. Words to God were spoken inaudibly at first but crescendo-ed until the "Amen" was heard by my ears. And that was it. I had become my own miracle.
Author: adina-anne
Genre: Uh... original, general. It doesn't really have one.
Word count: 428
Rating: G
Author's Notes: After writing that Warriors of Innocence thing, I realized how much I miss writing and not having a fandom at the moment means I have to come up with names for most of my characters. >:( So I'm going on an original bend. This is my first story for thefirstline.
I'd never considered myself a God-fearing man, but as desperation set in I found myself praying for a miracle. I stumbled down the street a few more feet, cold water splashing on my face and soaking my button-up as it poured from the sky. It seemed as if the ground had come up to meet my face, but I had seen enough in this life to know that I had gone down to meet it. I laid there, taking comfort in the cold, rough surface of the concrete, blocking only the ricochet of the water droplets from hitting my eyes. What seemed like a lifetime later I found the strength to pull myself against the brick wall of a building, out of the path of a hooker out on the prowl or a punk looking for some action. But no one would be out tonight, not in this rain and not with my luck.
I knew I was in a city of some sorts. Probably large, possibly in America. Beyond that I couldn't say. Every so often I could hear the hum of a motor in the distance but no car ever passed my way. Running after it was impossible, not in my condition anyway. I hadn't seen a soul all night; the rain was probably keeping them in, or so my logical mind kept telling me. Something else was wrong though. No buildings had lights, storefronts were closed, neon lights, which would have been shining brightly in the dim aura of the night were nowhere to be seen even after approaching windows. Even the traffic lights were missing. It was as if all life and all light had been eliminated with a very precise, over-sized erasure.
I needed a hospital, or at the very least a chair. Knee surgery does not take kindly to uncouth meanders. I lifted my pant leg and looked down. I was going to loose my ability to walk at this rate, not to mention my sanity. The lack of life and light--two things which subconsciously bring joy and comfort to everyone--were nowhere and seemed completely non-existant.
"Help!" I shouted as loud as I could. But not even a rat so much as ran away. There was no one and nothing except the concrete beneath me, the brick behind me and the rain above me. That is, until my mouth began to speak quietly. Words to God were spoken inaudibly at first but crescendo-ed until the "Amen" was heard by my ears. And that was it. I had become my own miracle.