A Story

No title, beginning, or ending. Just a story that popped into my head last night.

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I was running. Running, running, for all I was worth. Then I saw it: ahead of me, blocking my path, a gigantic tower of rock. I couldn’t stop—it was too close. I would hit it. Panic welled up in me, and I felt myself falling…falling…falling. A sharp pain pierced my head, and then everything was swallowed in black mist.

I don’t know how long it was until I awoke, but when I did the whole family was crowded around, faces chalky white. All were crying. My head throbbed. “He’s alive!” Denise shouted, a faint glimmer of hope stealing across her scared face. “How do you feel?” She asked, concern creasing her forehead.

I tried to reply, but each breath sent daggers into my brain. I was finally able to gasp out, “My head…it hurts…” She looked to where my head had hit rock, and slowly placed her hand on the spot. I could feel her lightly pressing, feeling for a moment. My head hurt, as if a hundred knives were in there twisting all at once. Even the slightest movement of my eyes made me ache. After a moment of feeling, she jerked her hand away, and her face that was once white turned a sickly grey colour.

“What is it?” My siblings gasped, staring at her.

Denise buried her head in her hands, shoulders shaking from the sobs. “His head…the skull…it’s dented in…it’s hit his brain!” Everyone gasped, and stared at me.

“You…you’re going to die?” Leah asked. I felt like it. My brain was aching so bad it hurt to even think. I was crying—the pain was so intense I could hardly bear it.

Denise suddenly stood to her feet, her eyes blazing. “Move!” She commanded, staring at me. “Move! Oh, MOVE!” She was screaming it now. “MOVE! MOVE! I need to know that you’re still alive!” I moved then, even though each motion sent agony to my head.

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So there you have it. What do you think—does it need more added to it? Can you see a way I could add a spiritual twist to the story and turn it into something I could put in a magazine? I’m curious to hear your thoughts! :)

~ Esther