Thundering

The rancid stench of rotting flesh filled the air as she walked across a field strewn with the corpses of over a hundred soldiers. Crows screeched and circled overhead in the blood red sky. Her ebony hair flew; a dark river upon her porcelain skin. Her green eyes darted, looking here and there, but all she saw was death. She searched, unable to find him. No matter where she looked, she saw the same, lifeless faces, all staring out to the sky.

The Thundering came. Deep and booming, it grew louder and louder as it came toward her. She picked up her many skirts and ran, not knowing where to go. Her bare feet padded on the ground. Terror filled her heart as she scrambled into a hole, made earlier by a rogue cannonball. She lay low in the crumbling dirt. The Thundering grew until her whole body was shaking. Then… it stopped. She held her breath and waiting, hoping in the ominous silence. She heard voices, the scared groans of the dead as the Thundering reached them. She heard their painful screams as the Thundering took them. Again it started, only to fade quickly. She exhaled, her whole body relaxing.
Dirt filled her mouth as she climbed out, gulping at the air; sweet, despite the corpses that surrounded her. . Dusting herself off, she tiptoed guardedly towards the dark forest.

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She was deep in the forest, trees rustling around her. Branches tore at her dress as birds screamed in the treetops, laughing at her pain. Her feet caught on tree roots and she stumbled into the mud. It seeped into her clothes as she trudged on. Her face was covered in her blood, scratches from rogue twigs.

A twig snapped. She pun around, only to find… nothing. She walked faster, tripping and staggering into large trees. Another twig snapped. Then another. She drew in her breath. Was it the Thundering? She started to run faster. Foliage blocked her in and she threw herself at them. They gave and the branches snapped, clearing her path. She looked behind her, thinking she saw a shadow creeping towards her at an alarming pace. She darted around overhanging branches and jumped over fallen logs. She felt something, a coldness washing, or more flooding, through to her very bones.

A light shone up ahead. Her eyes glistened with hope as she clamored towards it. The light became brighter and brighter. Her heart was floating around her ribcage with anticipating joy, her stomach in knots with fear.

There it was; the most beautiful place in the world. She looked around to see green fields, filled with flowers of every hue. The silence filled her with warmth, when something caught her eye. She turned to face him, and immediately ran into his arms.

Thundering

Jessye

Nelson, New Zealand

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