Sample Entry:A post from Luceti. Sample Entry Two: It was like waking up from a nightmare only to be dumped into one that was more terrifying than the last. Alice propelled her body upward, pushing the dark and murky water out of her way. She needed to reach the surface. She needed to breathe. But it seemed to take forever.
The moment her head broke the surface, she let out a gasp, sucking in all the air her lungs could hold, breathing in until it felt like her chest would burst. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, even when she finally pushed the haziness from her mind. There was no cabin, and Alan was no where in sight. She swam towards the shore, keeping her eyes peeled.
Trees. Dirt. Blue sky. All of it seemed unfamiliar, and Alice had to take a moment to rest after she pulled herself from the dark water. To breathe. Her body shook, and the pain in her back was unbelievable, but she had to rest. Had to calm herself down. Had to figure out where she was.
Had to find Alan.
"Alan?" She finally called out, pushing up from the mud, brushing grass and leaves off her legs. He had to be somewhere nearby. He had to be close, but... Her eyes burned, and she bit back tears. That darkness. Cold, unforgiving,"Alan!"
What would she do if she couldn't find him? What would happen if the darkness came back? Alice didn't think she could handle another minute wrapped in its embrace, and her body shuddered at the thought. But her mind quickly traveled elsewhere as her eyes latched onto a feather.
Feathers in the water. Feathers on the ground. Feathers near her arm. Alice gave a choked squeak, almost as if to question her situation, but the words wouldn't--couldn't--come out right.
Wings. She had... She had wings. After a week in the darkness, after a week of fear and waiting, this shouldn't have been so unbelievable. But it was. It wasn't what she expected.
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Sample Entry Two: It was like waking up from a nightmare only to be dumped into one that was more terrifying than the last. Alice propelled her body upward, pushing the dark and murky water out of her way. She needed to reach the surface. She needed to breathe. But it seemed to take forever.
The moment her head broke the surface, she let out a gasp, sucking in all the air her lungs could hold, breathing in until it felt like her chest would burst. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, even when she finally pushed the haziness from her mind. There was no cabin, and Alan was no where in sight. She swam towards the shore, keeping her eyes peeled.
Trees. Dirt. Blue sky. All of it seemed unfamiliar, and Alice had to take a moment to rest after she pulled herself from the dark water. To breathe. Her body shook, and the pain in her back was unbelievable, but she had to rest. Had to calm herself down. Had to figure out where she was.
Had to find Alan.
"Alan?" She finally called out, pushing up from the mud, brushing grass and leaves off her legs. He had to be somewhere nearby. He had to be close, but... Her eyes burned, and she bit back tears. That darkness. Cold, unforgiving,"Alan!"
What would she do if she couldn't find him? What would happen if the darkness came back? Alice didn't think she could handle another minute wrapped in its embrace, and her body shuddered at the thought. But her mind quickly traveled elsewhere as her eyes latched onto a feather.
Feathers in the water. Feathers on the ground. Feathers near her arm. Alice gave a choked squeak, almost as if to question her situation, but the words wouldn't--couldn't--come out right.
Wings. She had... She had wings. After a week in the darkness, after a week of fear and waiting, this shouldn't have been so unbelievable. But it was. It wasn't what she expected.
Alice felt like she was drowning.