Short Piece

Hey guys. I just realised that I'm so busy that I didn't update for so long! I've just been tying some loose ends at school... and I still am. This is pretty much a never-ending process. :P So yeah, anyway, here's something for you guys. I wrote it when I attended a one-day writing workshop just recently. :D

Her small and petite frame cast long shadows before her as she ran with great speed and agility along the riverbank. The sun had created a beautiful backdrop and the sky now looked like a perfect work by a master artist - with its splatter of blue, orange, red and purple, along with specks of gold. I looked on; she was still running, but at a slower pace now. I didn't stop to think about it, but instead, observed my surroundings. A thick shrubbery enclosed me in its firm clutch, with little flowers among plenty of thorns. Small grains of sand stood below my feet and as my eyes raked over them, I noticed a family of hermits that had decided to shelter at my feet. I frowned and shoved them off, before tilting my head back up to look at her - gone. My eyebrows furrowed and instinctively, I looked up. To my large surprise, she was hanging from a branch above me! I caught the tiniest of a smirk before she swung down from the majestic tree and landed lightly before me, absorbing the impact on the balls of her feet. She took several slow, even, identical strides towards me confidently, calmly. Her slanted eyes watched me, unblinking. It was unnerving - my heart started pounding heavily. And then, just as I was about to run away, her small, pursed mouth opened and a fast trilling voice flowed out, like the river she had just been running by. "Who're you, boy?"

My hand was shaking, uncontrollably, and I blinked at a rapid pace. It seemed to me as if it was the "moment of truth" - to speak, or not to speak. My breath choked my throat and when I tried to talk, the words came out in a meaningless rasp, "I-I didn't mean to spy on you." I didn't know how she, or as a matter of fact, anyone, could hear me, and yet she did. Rather impossibly, those thin slits she called eyes started folding, almost until they ceased to exist. She was opening her mouth to interrogate me on my 'unintentional' spying when something hard suddenly hit me from behind. We both froze, and looked down at the object - or should I say, weapon. An orange. I frowned, and looked up at her again, beyond confused. I mean, who'd want to throw oranges at me? It took me half a second to register the shocked expression on her face, and just like that, we took off like a fast train pulling a carriage behind.

--Random Writing

**Sorry if it's not paragraphed; I'm kind of running for time :P**