Kay Charles

Fiction By Maddi // 3/9/2015

I fought the rain. It slashed at my bare arms and legs, water streaming down my head into my eyes, threatening my vision. When I felt I couldn’t fight it any longer, I saw The Fence. My legs felt like lead and my chest was aching, but I made myself run to the hole in the barbed wire. I dove through it and sunk under a near pine tree. I shivered in my wet clothes and tried to calm my breathing to a normal pace, although I suspect my heart was racing from more than just running.

Now, I am a fugitive. I lay my head against the wood of the tree, trying to stop the water droplets from my hair from trickling down my bare back. I caught a flash of lightening on the neighbouring hills...I hope it doesn’t come down here. I now know I will never be free. I thought I would, but now I see I can’t be, ever. I’ll always be running, hiding. I’ll never be free.

***
The rain is pouring down even harder.
The branches of my pine tree create a bit of a covering, but big drops of rain still hammer down on my head. They seem to get bigger and heavier every minute, even after the couple of hours I’ve been here. I have to stop writing, now, because the paper is getting saturated.
The lightening is getting closer.

***

Found on the body of Kay Charles, 9th of May, 1898, Glasgow

Comments

:) :)

AHHH! You're a MONTHLY!! I'm SO happy for you!! I've been hoping it would come soon! Now I don't have to wait as long to read your writings. :)

The descriptions are vivid, and just great.

PS I didn't find anything on Google.

Lucy Anne | Mon, 03/09/2015

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thankyou!

Yes, yay!
Thanks.
Oh, I am so sorry...for some reason I had the wrong date, and now I can't remember the original one. What I found when I googled the 9th of May (and some other year) I found that there was a lot of immigrants going from Glasgow because of some...war, maybe? I don't know, silly me! And now I can't remember the original year I had!

Maddi | Mon, 03/09/2015

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Hi Maddi, nicely written and

Hi Maddi, nicely written and congrats on becoming a Monthly Writer!

Mikaela Grace | Mon, 03/09/2015

Do Justice//Love Mercy//Walk Humbly

Yay a for you, Maddi!!!!!!! I

Yay a for you, Maddi!!!!!!! I was just gonna email you and see how that was going. :) I'll still email you, though. :)

Damaris Ann | Mon, 03/09/2015

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

Monthly Writer!!!

I'm so happy to see you on the front page! :)
Oh, yes, and this piece was well written. Wonderful description; I feel as if I'm sitting next to the person.

Arthur | Tue, 03/10/2015

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

:D

Thanks Mikki and Damari!
Thankyou, Arthur! I am VERY happy to be on the front page!

Maddi | Wed, 03/11/2015

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Congrats Maddi!!! And this

Congrats Maddi!!! And this was awesome ;) very thrilling!

Kassady | Fri, 03/13/2015

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

I like this! It was very

I like this! It was very vivid and fast-paced. And CONGRATULATIONS! I'm so excited for you! :0)

Erin | Tue, 03/24/2015

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Sorry I'm just now getting to

Sorry I'm just now getting to this, but...

YAY!!!!! Maddi is a monthly! :) This makes me really happy! Horray!

Madeline | Tue, 03/24/2015

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

:)

Thankyou, Kass, Erin and Homey!
I'm quite excited myself!

Maddi | Tue, 03/24/2015

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh