This is a small section from a book that I am currently writing.
The door creaks softly as I walk into the house, I take small, cautious steps towards the glowing stone. I can see it on a marble statue, dread fills me to the brim and I almost run right then and there. Outside I can still hear the old Willow tree, whispering mumbled words, a death sentence. I hear a scream... a small girl's scream...Kara. I see a soft orange light coming from the door across the hall and I can just sense that Kara is in there. I dive in.
I see fire surrounding me, trying to lick my skin. The fire burns me and it takes all of my strength not to cry out. The fire provides the only light in the room, but it is enough for me to see Kara, huddled into a corner with a gag around her neck that must have slipped from her mouth. Her hair is a mess and her arms and legs are bound by a rough cord that is biting into her pale skin so hard that she's bleeding. Her face is white and her eyes are filled with fear, but I see the smallest glimmer of hope enter them when she sees me but it but it quickly disappears. I begin to run toward her but I've only gone a few steps when a dreadful smelling cloth is stuffed in front of my face and I begin to fall. I try to stay awake but after a few hagard breaths, I slip into my own nightmarish dreamland... The whispering Willows, I can see them swaying in the wind and as I walk closer I can hear them whispering the secrets of the dead, I try to get closer but a wall of darkness suddenly surrounds me and I know that I'm dreaming... I have to be, right?
what do you think? keep going or just stop? this is just a small section of my story.
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