Gone with the Wind ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked past the traffic lights; busy streets and busy nights. Everyone was paying no attention to the girl with the black raincoat huddling through the enormous crowd. It was starting to get dark out. The street lights flickered on one-by-one, illuminating each of the blocks. I huddled through the massive crowd, keeping my head low and my hands in my pockets. I was by fifth avenue now, and it was rush hour: cars zoomed past and people bumped me, but I paid no attention to them either. Taxi. I need a taxi. My thoughts were all like this. Strategic, logical, swift. I was that kind of person. Who never really had a broad imagination, because she was too busy asking, How is that possible? The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, all those never really appealed to me. How could they breathe underwater? How could a kiss bring someone back to life? How could there be fairies? Which explained why children never wanted to hang out with me. I was that stiff grouch that no one liked. Boo hoo. I waved my hand in the air, but the taxis were either occupied or too busy to noticed my minuscule frame. I gave up a minute later, and decided to try on sixth avenue. Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded in my ears. I winced and involuntarily brought my hands to my ears. The screaming was the sharp kind: the kind that was like nails on a blackboard. The scream got louder, and my head started to hurt. I looked around for the source, but everyone seemed to not notice the wrenching sound. Were they all deaf? Something flashed in the corner of my eye and I spun around. There - in the middle of the highway, no less - was a small child. His mouth was wide open and he was wrigging around on the floor, exactly like a child on a tantrum. Despite the bleeding in my ears, I started to storm the child. Christ, he was loud. He was like what, five? And where was his mom? I was about a meter from the child when I heard another sound. An ambulance siren. Coming closer. I saw the red and white vehicle as it boarded on the highway. I yelped, but just for a second, before running the last meter and diving towards the road. I forgot about the sound, and dove to ground. I don't know what I was thinking, but I gripped the kid and , rolling, pulled him to the sidewalk. The ambulance zoomed by, and I sat back panting breathlessly. No one noticed us still, and I was starting to get ticked off by them. Did they just not SEE the almost-accident? But I was more ticked off by the kid. What was he thinking? I directed my attention to him. He was lying a foot beside me, looking at me with a goofy smile on his face. I saw him up close now, close enough to notice his freckles, blond hair, and blue eyes. That smile he gave me - like this was funny - ticked me off even more. "Hey kid," I snapped, "Where's your mom?" That woman is going to get some good lecturing from a sixteen-year-old. The kid threw his head back laughing. A menacing, teasing laugh. "Hey!" my fists tightened and I stood up, "That wasn't f-funny!" He giggled, more quiet now, "You know," he started. His voice was moderate and articulate for a child his age. "I can't believe the Cohere chose you " he laughed again. I blinked. What? "Excuse me?" was my startled reply. "Oh, lady. You'll see. You have a long journey ahead," he gave another laugh, this time, it echoed throughout the avenue, like thunder, but as usual, no one else noticed. "We'll be in touch," the kid was now on his feet, his voice mature for his size. "Wait, kid-" I stopped mid-sentence. The child - he was disappearing. It was like he was a hologram. His figure buzzed and shook, but his laugh was still loud and clear. Slowly, he faded, and so did his laugh. By then, there was only silence left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So yep. My new story. Critique, comments, suggestions! Leave belowwww!
This is AWESOME!!!!!!!! Seriously Lol btw I remember your old stories, keep up the good work
This story is had the same title as the movie/book. They were both made where I live in Georgia. Coincidence?
Riri: thank you! Means alot! Yuuki: Thank you! I appreciate it! Kira: but the kitty's a tiger. Rawr. c: Roze: haha. Coincidence, totally. I don't live in Georgia...
This is interesting. I'm FINALLY getting back to reading stories on here. It's funny how I manage to find such great writing while everybody else is complaining about the lack of it.