A little story

Well the other day I was just pondering and writing down a few thoughts and came up with this little concuction. Don't what I was aiming at but maybe something worth doing some work on.
Little Story
Once he had made it to the other side of the river, which seemed as if it was a lifetime way he knew that he would then be safe, the problem was getting to the river to cross. As he hid under the shrubs hoping it was enough protection to cover him he watched the attackers get closer and closer to where he had hidden. His heart was beating as though it was going to burst through his chest, his lungs felt as though they where being crushed. The attackers could not see him anywhere, he knew that they would not cross for what laid on the other side, the leader ordered the others to search through the bushes, he was forsaken he had no other options he thought to himself so he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His body felt like that of a giant boulder the weight seemed to be holding him back his tortured body all torn up and not doing any good for him he went straight for the river and tried to jump it, he went flying through the air all the way to other side. The guards turned around and left to go back to wherever they had come from. A boy jumped down from one of the trees to see if the men was ok, he approached the men with extreme caution tip toeing so that not even the bladed crisp grass whish lay down under his feet made a noise. He got to the side of the man and fell to his knees clutching his face with both hands; he started sobbing and screamed, “fran” (father). The painful cry echoed throughout the forest disturbing all peace that once was, as the birds took flight frightened by the horrific scream. The boy then dragged his father down to the river and rolled him in, a part of the splash from his father’s body touched his face sending a cold chill down his spine; he muttered the words “uten ti fran” (rest my father) to himself as his fathers body sank down to the bottom. The boy then looked across the river amazed at how the blast from the weapon of the enemy had sent his body flying across the width of the river for it must be at least 50 meter’s wide. The boy then turned around in such a slow motion as if he didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to he made it up the vast bank through the trees as he departed the river to return to his village.
Property of Darren M (C) Copyright 2007

1/5/07 Starting Blogging

Well today I decided that I might start to blog some thoughts and ideas that come into my little psychotic brain. I can't guarantee regular updates here but I will try, eventually this will be for what and how I have done things for Shadowed Realm stories and other such things.

Anyways I will update my stuff soon and set this up properly but I thought that I might just get it working for now.