Monday, December 19, 2011
HELP; need help with my story?
The fire; it’s all around me. The smell, the taste, the feel –it suffocates me and I can’t even think straight. My screams are caught in my throat and my mouth is filled with the taste of copper and smoke. I cover my eyes trying to search for a way out, but my vision is blurred by the images of orange and red flames radiating off the forest of burning trees. I attempt to turn my head to the side and wince, as a surge of pain rises up my neck, but manage to turn my head all the way around. And there it is; the remains of my mom’s silver Honda accord and the ashes of a dead body. To my surprise the car seems to have suffered more harm than the body. I mean, the body was completely unrecognizable and burned to shreds, but at least it was still put together. Meanwhile, the car was just torn to bits and pieces and the remains of metal and rubber lay tered across the field. If I weren’t on the brink of being unconscious, I might have thought the fire was beautiful. The way the flames danced around the tips of the leaves left me breathless and put in awe. It was like watching the sunset; all the colors –the oranges, reds, yellows, and even pinks –made it hard to look away. But somewhere in the back of my brain I remembered what I needed to do –look for help and get out of here, now, before the rest of the forest along with me in it, burned to the ground. I let out a heavy sigh and try to get to my feet, but the heat is just too much; not to mention the fact that I was practically choking of lack of fresh oxygen. My arms and legs feel as if they weigh a ton and I can’t even lift myself a fraction of an inch off the ground. I want to scream, yell, run, and just get the hell out of here but my body won’t allow me to move anything bellow my neck. Streams of questions begin to fill my mind; am I paralyzed? How am I going to get out of here? Will I get out of here? When will the fire stop? Will I be dead by then? The questions go on and on until I’m left lying motionless on the ground unable to think, unable to breathe, practically unconscious.
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