UGH Typos
So I read over my last entry and there are alot of typo in my story pages. i will have to fix those and post again some time.(its hard to type when your fingers are really cold.) I Also thought I would go ahead and post the preface to dead moon. Out of all the stories I'm working on I like it the most.
:Preface:
It felt as if the entire world around me was caving in on me. The blinding white that blanketed the country side made the world seem like it had dissolved into infinity of nothing. The only sound breaking through the suffocating nothing was the eerie crunching of the snow as I fought to find balance while I struggled to dash across the frozen dunes. Along side it was my jagged breath. Melted together they became white nose that was almost fitting with the surroundings. The walls of haggard trees seemed to morph into parishioners cloaked in black. Their twisted branches, arms that spun into talons, meant to rip and tear the condemned. Everything seemed to slow, as if a dream. I found myself deliberating that in my mind as I fled. It had to be a dream.
Too many times I have found my self fleeing this unbearable sea of white. Too many times have I been haunted by the cracking of icy snow, the slowness of my movement and the impending danger that bit at my heels but never seen. Of course this had to of been a dream I thought. But the bitter snow, which slid into my sinking boots, nipped at my ankles confirming my fears. It wasn’t. Faced with this defendant truth, I began to question how I came to be in this position. Had coming to this place doomed me? Sealed a fate that I had unknowingly been aware of, had the many sleepless nights been warning that I never thought to heed? I brushed the powdery thoughts from my mind but focusing on running was in vain. My mind was quickly clouded by an image from my dreams. An image of a rusty colored beast with blazing emeralds set deep in it face and the fear that my reality would soon spiral into unity with my dreams. That even if I had escaped one beast another was waiting in the darkness. Sure that I was coming. Knowing, seeing how unable I was to break from the thread that pulled me to this fate.
:Preface:
It felt as if the entire world around me was caving in on me. The blinding white that blanketed the country side made the world seem like it had dissolved into infinity of nothing. The only sound breaking through the suffocating nothing was the eerie crunching of the snow as I fought to find balance while I struggled to dash across the frozen dunes. Along side it was my jagged breath. Melted together they became white nose that was almost fitting with the surroundings. The walls of haggard trees seemed to morph into parishioners cloaked in black. Their twisted branches, arms that spun into talons, meant to rip and tear the condemned. Everything seemed to slow, as if a dream. I found myself deliberating that in my mind as I fled. It had to be a dream.
Too many times I have found my self fleeing this unbearable sea of white. Too many times have I been haunted by the cracking of icy snow, the slowness of my movement and the impending danger that bit at my heels but never seen. Of course this had to of been a dream I thought. But the bitter snow, which slid into my sinking boots, nipped at my ankles confirming my fears. It wasn’t. Faced with this defendant truth, I began to question how I came to be in this position. Had coming to this place doomed me? Sealed a fate that I had unknowingly been aware of, had the many sleepless nights been warning that I never thought to heed? I brushed the powdery thoughts from my mind but focusing on running was in vain. My mind was quickly clouded by an image from my dreams. An image of a rusty colored beast with blazing emeralds set deep in it face and the fear that my reality would soon spiral into unity with my dreams. That even if I had escaped one beast another was waiting in the darkness. Sure that I was coming. Knowing, seeing how unable I was to break from the thread that pulled me to this fate.