“Count to ten and run.” he teased as a mischievous grin slowly slipped across his lips. She stood still for a moment as she cocked her head to the side and allowed slight confusion to wash her face.

“Why?” she whispered, the soft breeze quickly catching the dangling tendrils of her hair. He groaned as his grin widened and he took a step closer to her, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

“Come on, V, you’re ruining it.” he whined, tracing his forefinger down her jaw line and noticing the shiver that slid across her skin.

“Ruining what?”

“Our Halloween game.” he continued as he pulled his hand away and turned his gaze to the ivory plate of the watch around his wrist. “Okay, it’s one minute to midnight, at the stroke of midnight, count to ten…and run.” he repeated as she turned her gaze to him.

“Midnight tag?” she chided as a soft chuckle broke through her words. He looked at her, his brows narrowing and a childish smile replacing his mischievous grin as he nodded. “Okay, Danny, what are playing for? Tricks or Treats?” she whispered as his smile widened. He pulled her closer to him as he brushed his lips over her ear and whispered,           

“Both.” She blinked, grinned, before pulling away from him to meet his bright blue gaze that held the dark shadows of the darkening sky above them.

“What’s my prize?” she questioned, a sense of seduction slipping into her tone. His eyes widened for only a moment before softening and his lips thinned into a heartwarming smile.

“My heart.” he replied, his tone equally seductive and laced with pure emotion. He watched as her eyes lit and her smile widened with satisfaction.

“And yours.” she returned, nodding her head shortly. He stood still, blinked, and then pulled his gaze away from hers to glance at the dancing moonlight overhead. With a low sigh, he lowered his head; his chestnut brown bangs falling loosely over his forehead as his eyes met the second hand that continued teasingly ticking  away on his watch. “Ten…nine…eight…” he began counting simultaneously with the moving hand. “Two…” he paused to dramatize a breath before bending forward to press a kiss to her lips.

“Run.” he whispered as he pulled away and the sudden chiming of the town’s clock rang through the darkness. She looked at him with wide eyes and with a soft giggle, she spun on her heel and disappeared into the darkened field before him. He stood firm as he watched her silhouette disappear against the matte black around him, the tall blades of grass bending against her force, and he turned away to once again begin counting to ten. He stood silent with closed eyes as his tongue slid gently across his lips and the tolls slowly droned on behind him; it wasn’t until the final chime echoed through the breeze did his head lift.

“Ten!” he called out, throwing his eyes opened. Once his gaze had readjusted to the shadowed world that surrounded him, he welcomed the limited moonlight and inhaled a deep breath. He turned to his left, staring ahead of him into the woods; with a short shudder he turned immediately away. Everyone within the village knew only a fool would enter them; they were said to be haunted, at least by the townspeople and no one dared enter them, especially on the eve of Halloween. Only God knew what could happen within the dread branches of the interwoven trees filling the woods. With a sharp breath, he prayed that his beloved would not take a chance and run into them, even with everything else she was trying to escape.

With a small smile, he returned his gaze to follow the direction in which she had ran.

“Would she really give that much away?” he questioned himself; shaking his head in immediate negation. “V?” he called out, half expecting her to jump out at him and grab a hold of him. Sweeping his gaze around the surroundings he suddenly realized that there were far too many places to hide out here and with the limited light provided by the moon he would be lucky if he were able to see any of them.

  “Veronika?” he called out eagerly and when he received silence he sighed. So she was planning to take this game literally? He stopped and took inventory on his surroundings: before him lie the vast and otherwise open field, a creek bubbled softly to his right and to his left spread the woods. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

“Danny.” it was a soft voice, one he thought belonged to her and one that caught his attention. His head lifted to the sound and the playful smile had found its way to his lips once more. Giving up, V? He took a solid step forward towards the tall blades of grass with which the voice had called, pushing each one aside with his hands out ahead of him to feel for any obstacles.

“V?” he called as a low wolves howl enclosed around the dark wind and brought his feet to a sudden halt. His head lifted as his gaze brushed over the diamond studded blanket that fell over him; the ending tail of a shooting star fading into the oval horizon before him. “V?” he repeated, pressing onward, trying to reach the center of the field that lie open and before him. They could lie there, together for the remained of the night; sleep there and enjoy one another’s company…at least until morning. This was their final night together due to the rash decisions made by their parents.

From the very beginning Danny felt that they shared a ‘Romeo and Juliet’ romance; both entirely infatuated with one another, yet each set of parents disliking the other’s family. He had thought this little seductive game would be a fun beginning to their final night together, to allow her the chance to feel she had won at something, to receive her prize and then for the both of them to fade away into the mornings sunrise. Given the circumstances, he now felt different. He now wished they were sitting alone in a dark room together, sharing their hearts with one another and opening their souls. Instead they were in the dead, center of a vacant field, chasing one another around.

“Veronika?” he called out once more and uneasily welcome the half-expected silence that returned. Suddenly, from behind him heard a rustle in the grass. He spun around as a tall blade slapped him in the face. “Ow,” he groaned.

“Well, well, V, giving up?” he questioned as he began walking towards the rustling grass. His feet came to a sudden halt when yet another unexpected howl danced through the dark night. Shaking away his unprecedented fears, he released a sigh and continued on his trek towards the center of the field, hoping to find her there lying in the grass, surrounded by candles. Once he found himself in the center of the field, he froze when he found nothing; turning immediately on his heel as worry began filling his body. Whimpering he turned back to the path he had just created and began pushing through them once more, emerging on the other side where he began. Dropping to his knees, he exhaled, lifting his gaze to the sky.

“Veronika?” His tone was nervous as yet another rustle danced through the darkness. His head turned abruptly to the right capturing the creek in his vision, the moonlight dancing on the surface as the dim rays bounced off an object floating in the dark water. He pushed himself from his knees, brushed his hands over his jeans and blew his bangs from his eyes; he turned his attention fully on the object in the water and allowed his legs to will him towards it.

“Veronika?” he whispered, his voice shaking. 

He stepped up to the creek, sliding solidly onto the water’s bankand dropped his gaze to the object shining in the water; bending forward to get a closer look at the floating object, a lightening flash snapped across the sky, illuminating the surrounding area. His eyes widened and a scream caught on the apparent lump in his throat. He found himself backing away, stumbling over his feet as he fell once more to his knees and allowed angered tears to line his threatened eyes: for sprawled out before him, clothes torn and mangled, strewn along the water’s edge was Veronika’s beaten and destroyed body. A gasp held tight in his chest as his mouth slowly closed and he knelt forward. Her face held gashes surrounding her wide eyes, her arms and legs bruised and bleeding, and pieces of her clothes were torn from her body.

“V?” he choked out, his voice trembling as he took one hand and brushed it across her cheek, still warm to the touch and placed the other in her open palm. He pulled his hand away and placed it the newly added hole in his chest and dropped his head over to mix his tears with the ripples in the flowing creek beneath him. He sucked in a sharp breath as the moonlight continued to dance across the water’s surface and bounce off the locket that he had given to Veronika as it lay floating in the water. He lifted his hand to reach for the locket as the rustling echoed once more around him, now replacing the silence from behind. He shot his head around, his face taut and his eyes filled with betrayed hatred. “Who’s there?” he hissed as he pushed to his feet, dropping Veronika’s lifeless hand to remain on the soaked ground, and turned towards his unwanted guest; however nothing emerged, just a simple voice as response to his question.

“Count to ten…and run.”

Just when I was about to give up and delete I finally am found by someone!! I suppose that is how it starts, is it not? Be a nobody and then slowly a breakout will begin. I have not been on in quite a while for I have been working on my query letters and obtaining any and all information that I can in order to begin my career. I finally have a slew of literary agents that I plan to contact and prepare myself for the rejection that shall begin before a small hope and chance that an acceptance will flutter between the rejections. 

Is it sad that I really don’t know how to work this site?? I think for some reason this site is smarter than me. :( Oh well, so it’s been a while since I’ve been on, working on a new story and a new novel, fingers crossed. After submitting to the contest in Writers Digest I have slightly more confidence than I did before stepping onto this road. Granite, it is very slim, newbies entering the writing world, but its worth a go! Positive outcomes only!:D I will be putting up a new short story for any of those who are actually reading them and for those who aren’t my hopes are it will be an open door for you to step through to begin.

Much love,

evettejordyn

Time is silent. Time is still. Time is unnoticed. Time is…empty.

Of all the secrets that are hidden in my mind, one is constantly pressing and fighting to break itself free. What happened two years, three months, two days, and exactly four hours ago.

Silence.

This secret, one that constantly parades through my thoughts as if used as an endless reminder, an endless pain, set there to torture and condemn my mind for all eternity. I vowed that day to never return to the place with which it happened. To never be seen by those who bared false witness. To never ever touch ever again, a treasured artifact that pulled me through most of my lonely childhood; I had friends once. I had a life. All was forced away the night it happened. All was pulled from underneath me as easily as my innocence.

It is not something that I often find myself sharing with anyone, but it is something that is on constant repeat each and every time I close my eyes. The park: a scenic area where children play, lovers meet, and secrets are bound. The park: the place that I vow never to return.

It was a cold evening, two years ago September; too cold for that time of year, if I do recall correctly. I was not alone, I was never alone, yet that night I was with someone new; someone with whom I’d never met before this night and was introduced through a friend of a friend. He had volunteered to walk me home and since we were only a few blocks away from my house and it was far too dark for me to convince myself to go alone, I had accepted. I was young. I was naive. And I was infatuated. He had suggested that we take a stop in the park, a way of extending our stroll, to get to know one another more, to simply talk, and foolishly once again I had accepted. It was then that I found myself leading him, very childishly, towards a pair of wooden swings that sat in the very heart of the park. I stood still for only a moment more before I took a seat in the very center of the swing and as a nervous twinge began tracing my lips, I began swinging my legs beneath me.

“Let me push you.” He offered with a smile before circling around me. He stood still as he gently placed his hands on the very small of my back and began pushing me through the air. The cool air brushed over my fair skin, reddened with nervous embarrassment. At that moment, I felt as if I could fly. As if I could do anything. As if this appeared to be a never-ending dream equipped with a beautiful starlit night, cool air, and a perfect prince charming. That was until…it…happened.

Though I don’t remember much, I remember enough: the sudden halted movement in his hands or the look on his face as he ran around the swing to stand once again before me. The sudden force of his hands as they clamped harder onto my face, and the harsh movements his lips forced on mine. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to extract myself from that very moment; to die.

“Stop it.” I remember arguing; trying desperately to pull away as the swing’s ropes began burning my fingertips. Grunting beneath my breath I would not give up as I continued to try endlessly to push myself away from his, unfortunately, well-built body. “Stop it.” I attempted once again, with even more force than the first. The next thing that I remember is falling backwards from the swing. Even to this day I can feel the harsh sting of the pain that surged through my head as it slammed to the ground or the abrupt movements of his hands on my body.

“Sarah was right, we’re perfect together.” I heard his rough voice dance through the sudden darkness that began surrounding my ever-fading gaze. Time passed, as silent and unnoticed as it has always for me. The empty dizziness continued to swell around my head, as a roughish nightmare continued repeating through the unnatural recorder in my mind.

When I awoke, I was found nearly frozen in the sand of the park floor, my clothes torn in places I couldn’t understand and my entire body writhing in pain. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing was escaping my lungs in hoarse, painful gasps. Pushing myself from the ground, I allowed my dizzy head, and the surrendering pain to follow and continue swarming my body. Blinking my eyes a moment, I suddenly welcomed the realization of what had happened; tears immediately found their way to my eyes and I curled my body together, trying to retain any warmth and dignity that I could somehow muster from deep within myself.

I forced myself to my feet; I knew I would have to return home, to explain what had happened. Why it had happened. As I skidded along the sidewalk towards my house I could feel all of the unnatural stares following after me, the heartless whispers joining them. I could see Sarah’s house from here, my house just passed it and I could not help but feel complete hatred for her; angry at the fact that she had introduced us, pissed at the complicated conclusion and entirely disturbed by the lack of assistance from any possible bystander.

Since that horrible incident I pass the park, keeping my frightened gaze away from the constant reminders; yet my mind will never allow me forget what happened. Never allow his face or his words or his breath to leave my swollen ears, nor his name to leave my eternally wounded soul: Steven.

Even today, as I find myself walking the sidewalk alone and tired, on this third anniversary of my fateful life’s end, I force myself to turn my gaze towards the wounded park. I felt a gasp suck into my chest as my feet came to a harsh halt as my gaze stared ahead, my eyes meeting the twin wooden objects wavering in the soft breeze, taunting and forever enclosed in my hate filled mind as accomplices as small girl ran excitedly towards them.

Tears line my eyes and a shaky breath escapes my parted lips; for now swaying gently back and forth the young girl swings back and forth, the breeze dancing silently through her hair as she slowly lifts her head, and her eyes closed as the sun gently hits her delicate and fair face. She ties her fingers tighter around the rope that hang attached to the wooden swing below her, swaying higher and higher through the wind…a smile on her face…

So this is my very first post using this website, I’m not very savvy in the use of blogs but I figured I should start one. Granite, I don’t think I’m very entertaining but I really need to get my writing out there and to have people to critique it. I will be posting short stories on here and would greatly appreciate any feedback that could be given to me. I am an aspiring writer who really wants to get published and have the world read and enjoy my writing! So hello to all, I will be posting my first short story on here for anyone who wishes to read it:D

Much love,

evettejordyn

I love this song!! It is my new addiction at the moment and everyone needs to listen to it:D