Fall

       I am standing in a field. All around me I see land. Nothing but land. I feel content with where I stand, but I am pushed to walk. It is a briskful pace that I accelerate into a medium speed jog. Still, I am content, but at the same time I'm pushed faster. Now, I'm sprinting. As I am running through the field, I see the ending and it is a cliff. I don't stop. I leap off the edge and grab on to the mountain side, having second thoughts. I look down and see you at the bottom. You yell that you'll catch me. I'm hesitant, but I let go of the edge and fall into your arms. Your embrace is tighter and shows more love than a mother's.

Reviews

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Very well written again. Every time they tell me they will catch me I end up smacking the ground, Ha Ha

[FreeSpiritDork]

Thanks, and eventually you'll find someone who will catch you.

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seems this story's theme has to do with faith, and not letting go of something that you believe in, no matter how difficult

a very nicely done short short

a promising literary career^

[FreeSpiritDork]

Thank you :)