Heather's Lore

• Artist: The Master Demonslayer
• Description: Just a very small something I wrote a few years back.
• Date: 05/27/2009
• Tags: romantic themasterdemonslayer

I ran through the woods, lured by Heather’s desperate call. Lured by the memory of the first kiss. My hear is pounding, hoping that that kiss would not become an eternal scar.
Finally I see her, with her brilliant red hair, fair skin, and dazzling green eyes. Now those eyes were closed, sightless. Her hair stained the forest floor in red. She was dead.
No, not dead, unconscious, as the slow rising and lowering of her chest portrayed. There was no way a medical ambulance could get here. I picked up her limp body and started carrying her towards the hospital.
I felt the slow-but-steady heartbeat through my chest. It seemed to fill me with hope and life. My feet danced to the rhythm of her life.

Comments

[randomraven123]

well if u rele want romantic then u might want to say like i feel whoever it is body close to me feel there breathing on my neck as i hope for life like start with that and go forward.

[The Master Demonslayer]

Any comments? Romance things usually aren't my style (i.e. my style being death, magic, fantasy, and swordplay mixed with gunplay), so I don't really know if this is the right direction with this kind of genre.