Alternate Ending To Build A Fire
Where did she go? Where could she have gone? Oh, no. Oh, no…
Laura fondles about the rugged forest terrain, cautiously edging from root to tree trunk by her mangled knees. Her grasp begged for the small, fluffy coat of her cat, Jupiter, who scampered off into the Douglas fir forest’s abyss a forgotten length of time ago.
There is nothing beyond what she can immediately sense around her. The world returns when her hand meets the surface or she detects a tiny, secluded meow among the trees, and disappears just as swiftly. The strain of combating the ebony shroud engulfing the countryside took hold; pangs of soreness washed over and nestled beneath her eyelids. She was already as good as blind and understood no point in trying anymore.
Jagged …show more content…
Bright gray fell to dusk, and returned to jet black, pulling the distant figures back into its clutches, and Laura with it. The ground disheveled, and the strange trees slumped beside her and deadened her choked whimpers. Once, then twice, she stutters out Jupiter’s name, and a third time with more conviction. The leaves rustle in response. A haggard sigh slithered up her sweater. Laura felt the dirt sewing her feet down and joining the rolling roots of the Douglas firs, which wriggled up her legs and coiled about her hips. Leaves and soil kissed her bound ankles. A horribly familiar claw rose to meet her neck. She wailed, only to find her mouth clamped shut and something burrowed inside. Writhing, scraping, and raking away at her, smothering every orifice, every sense and limb.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. No one even knows I’m here.
Gathering every hint of valor, Laura brought her teeth together and ground them viciously. The suffocating mass abandoned its procedure and liberated Laura of the foundation they nailed her …show more content…
WHATEVER I WANT, I GET, LAURA!
Laura’s flight transformed into a brutal tumble. The hill throws her, sent plunging over barbed stones and choppy strips of gravel, root and grass. Snatched up horned bush branches and stray twigs shred clothing and exposed skin, breaking off as they penetrate. Each harsh landing offers a fresh contusion and worsens an old one. She, at last, slows to a halt with the leveling slope, but not before a final swipe at her cheek and a scorching gash to show for it.
Laura lay limp at the foot of a clearing, everything raw and miserably pulsating with any minute action. The remote, feral moaning nor the oscillating atmosphere inpursuit did not register with her. She drifted from stream of thought to the next and faded in between.
Jupiter’s gone, he didn’t want to stay with me. I hope he wasn’t eaten and went home. At least, he’ll be cozy and safe. It’ll eat me, instead. It’s so hungry… It’s so hungry for me.
The forest melted away. The grass, beneath, flattened and the trees swayed like before. The weight of the darkness relieved and dead quiet hung overhead. Stillness dwelled until the rhythmic clicking of polished shoes on a hard floor scared it
Laura fondles about the rugged forest terrain, cautiously edging from root to tree trunk by her mangled knees. Her grasp begged for the small, fluffy coat of her cat, Jupiter, who scampered off into the Douglas fir forest’s abyss a forgotten length of time ago.
There is nothing beyond what she can immediately sense around her. The world returns when her hand meets the surface or she detects a tiny, secluded meow among the trees, and disappears just as swiftly. The strain of combating the ebony shroud engulfing the countryside took hold; pangs of soreness washed over and nestled beneath her eyelids. She was already as good as blind and understood no point in trying anymore.
Jagged …show more content…
Bright gray fell to dusk, and returned to jet black, pulling the distant figures back into its clutches, and Laura with it. The ground disheveled, and the strange trees slumped beside her and deadened her choked whimpers. Once, then twice, she stutters out Jupiter’s name, and a third time with more conviction. The leaves rustle in response. A haggard sigh slithered up her sweater. Laura felt the dirt sewing her feet down and joining the rolling roots of the Douglas firs, which wriggled up her legs and coiled about her hips. Leaves and soil kissed her bound ankles. A horribly familiar claw rose to meet her neck. She wailed, only to find her mouth clamped shut and something burrowed inside. Writhing, scraping, and raking away at her, smothering every orifice, every sense and limb.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. No one even knows I’m here.
Gathering every hint of valor, Laura brought her teeth together and ground them viciously. The suffocating mass abandoned its procedure and liberated Laura of the foundation they nailed her …show more content…
WHATEVER I WANT, I GET, LAURA!
Laura’s flight transformed into a brutal tumble. The hill throws her, sent plunging over barbed stones and choppy strips of gravel, root and grass. Snatched up horned bush branches and stray twigs shred clothing and exposed skin, breaking off as they penetrate. Each harsh landing offers a fresh contusion and worsens an old one. She, at last, slows to a halt with the leveling slope, but not before a final swipe at her cheek and a scorching gash to show for it.
Laura lay limp at the foot of a clearing, everything raw and miserably pulsating with any minute action. The remote, feral moaning nor the oscillating atmosphere inpursuit did not register with her. She drifted from stream of thought to the next and faded in between.
Jupiter’s gone, he didn’t want to stay with me. I hope he wasn’t eaten and went home. At least, he’ll be cozy and safe. It’ll eat me, instead. It’s so hungry… It’s so hungry for me.
The forest melted away. The grass, beneath, flattened and the trees swayed like before. The weight of the darkness relieved and dead quiet hung overhead. Stillness dwelled until the rhythmic clicking of polished shoes on a hard floor scared it