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The darkness was universal. With his forearms, he tried pushing the branches out of his way and flinched when a long bough flung back and gave him a slap in his face. Dazzled by the impact, he came to a stop and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. He let his eyes wander in search of any sign that would give him a clue about where he was, but there was nothing he could make out around him, except dark, dull shadows. Even in the total blackness of this place he would have recognised this area if it was somehow familiar to him, but it wasn’t. The piercing shrieks of the night creatures were the only proof for any existence of life around this place and broke the dead silence in odd intervals.
Chris95 wrote:He reached out for the thing that had hit him. With his fingers, he touched the cold branch. The texture of the bark was unnaturally smooth, as if it was covered by a thin layer of moss. With a quick turn of his wrist, he broke off a short twig and held it between his thumb and index finger. It felt rigid, but was assembled with a few dead leaves here and there.
Chris95 wrote: A sudden, loud squeal above made him jerk and drop the twig. Stumbling backward he fell over a long root that reached out of the earth. He tried to get a hold of something around him in order not to fall. His fingers enclosed around a bunch of branches, but they bursted underneath his weight and he dropped down on his back. He moaned at the impact. A stump pain soaked through his body. The moist soil beneath him felt cold as he reached underneath his back with one hand. A stone, as big as his fist, emerged. Struggling to stand up, he decided to remain laying until the hurt in his spine would ease off.
Chris95 wrote:He tried to look to his sides, but the only direction the pain in his back would let him face was straight upwards. The slow movements of the almost completely naked branches on top of him were tranquillising and a soft breeze brushed through the remaining leaves in the trees around him, making him all the more drowsy.
Chris95 wrote: His eyes were already have closed when another penetrating screech cut through the dense air. It was closer now, a lot closer, but it was the same one that had made him fall backwards into the dirt before. The scream was animalistic, but had something human to it that gave him goosebumps all over the body. There was nothing he knew to be similar to the intensity of the sound, nothing he had ever perceived that had been more repulsive and frightening to him. Anxious about the source of the sound, he lifted himself up from the ground, but only managed to sit up half way with the pain aching in his lower back. A faint breeze touched the back of his neck in rhythmical strokes. He felt something scrabbling in the dirt behind him. His breathing accelerated. Clouds of vapour escaped his nose and the white haze vanished in the darkness like haunting ghosts.
Chris95 wrote:I think I'm using he, him, his etc. too often, but this could only be me. I don't want to use the characters name before the next scene/chapter, so tell me how you feel about that, and of course, the rest
Thanks in advance,
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