Tell me a Story

I feel like it’s been too long since I have exercised any fiction writing, so just for the heck of it, I’m going to start a narration here. You tell me if this is a story you would be compelled to continue or not. Also, if you have any ideas as to what SHOULD happen next, I would love to hear them!

The air was silent. No planes could be heard overhead. No drips of remaining raindrops sputtering from the gutters of the cold city. Nothing. Just an eerie and unsettling silence that was so sharp, that Cindy had to concentrate fiercely on her breathing to keep it silent. No matter how hard she tried, the noise of the inhaling and exhaling sounded as though she might as well be screaming.

Moist steam swirled from between her lips as she blew out the oxygen. She sucked it back in through clenched teeth–never seeming to get enough. She ran faster, trying to keep her feet silent on the cold pavement beneath them. Only pausing a moment to look behind her, Cindy ducked into a thin alleyway, her bright red hair flying behind her.

She crouched down. Listening. Trying to catch her breath as quietly as she could.

Nothing but more eerie silence. A silence so stoney that it seemed to be warning her: don’t get too comfortable. Don’t let your guard down. The moment you do, they will find you.

A tremble began to climb up from Cindy’s fingertips and into her throat, She swallowed hard to keep it down. Now was not the time to lose focus. Now was not the time to give way to emotions. Keeping control meant everything. It meant survival.

Cindy pressed her fingertips against the solid brick wall behind her, urging the the shaking to cease. She had to get back to Jeremy and the others. She had to warn them. But she was trapped. Trapped. She could almost feel the thumb drive in her right jean pocket burning a hole through her skin. God, why had she been so stupid? Of course they would be watching the library computers! Of course they would catch her looking at the files on them. She just hadn’t known they would be so fast.

There was a noise. A pebble being kicked down the street? Most likely. Someone was close. Too close.

Cindy surveyed the small alleyway she had tucked herself into. Her emerald eyes darting back and forth in a frenzy. Besides the alleyway itself, there was nothing to hide behind.

She slowly side stepped her way deeper into the alley, her fingertips feeling the rough texture of the wall behind her. She hoped that the shadowy darkness would be enough to conceal her. She carefully tucked her mass of bright hair into her sweater, lifting the hood over her face. She crouched down and low as he could while still holding a watchful eye on the opening of the alleyway. She held this post for what felt like several minutes. Nothing happened. No more noises. Just the sharp cold and the still air.

And then… a familiar face appeared.


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3 thoughts on “Tell me a Story

  1. JeannieRichard September 15, 2011 at 2:04 pm Reply

    Hey… keep writing!
    I was sucked into the world of Cindy’s emotions… ;)
    Great story-telling, very well done… it kept my attention for every next detail!

  2. MegansBeadedDesigns September 15, 2011 at 3:13 pm Reply

    Awww, thanks so much for encouragement Jeannie! I really have been thinking about getting into writing more stories, and perhaps gathering the courage to start a novel. I have really been itching to write more of late, this post just kind of spewed from that. lol

  3. JeannieRichard September 15, 2011 at 3:24 pm Reply

    Well I have subscribed to your blog, and will be anticipating a new story or a continuation of this one… !
    Love the way you present the intricate details that help the reader conjure the imagery in the mind’s eye – not too long-winded not too vague, just nice :)

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