Objective
I don't have a goal or anything. This space is mostly to keep track of and keep a record of a writing idea that I have. I don't know a title for it just yet but when I do, I will update it.
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Door open, she tossed off the seatbelt and tore into a dead-sprint. She was to the other car in seconds. The person in the other vehicle was unresponsive but alive, slowly and unconsciously moving to protect himself. Despite all she could muster, her effort fell short as the door and distance between them was unmoving. As if their lives had become cinematic, cliché, drawn unto an infinite moment – their breaths in sync as this single instant dragged on forever; no rain, just salty tears crossing a dry, helpless expression. And then nothing. Static. A loose feeling and a warped perspective. Conscious but dreaming and dreaming of a piercing white…. If you could call it dreaming. The sound of waves crashing against a craggy beach. Wind whipping against rock faces and outcroppings. Sparse sounds that indistinctly mark a landscape as barren if one had but the inclination to listen deeply. A guttural cough followed by a gasp; as if her body was learning to breathe for the first
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