Untitled Writing Exercise

Prompt from here: Write something based on this.

Wordcount: 299

Written on: January 26, 2014

I was writing and then suddenly when the grass talked, the main character was Leo? but if it’s Leo from HoO, then I’d need to change up the narrative ahaha sobs

He had thought of the place as merely having an eerie feeling until she realized that the howling and the swaying of the tall grass could not have been caused by the wind, for there was no breeze to be felt. Only heat, the kind of heavy heat that weighs down on the shoulders and reminded him of summers in Texas, could be felt in the stillness. Despite so, the grass still swayed, the howling continued, and the swing in the far corner continued to sway in a calm, inviting manner.

He felt the urge to sit down on the lone swing or lay against a tree and simply fall asleep, like he had so many years ago. The warmth and the made him feel so sleepy, and what was howling earlier now seemed like it was calling him name. Pinching his wrist and blinking his eyes, he opened them again, just to realize that what he had thought of as grass were actually the shadowy arms of people. They crowded around, their arms in the air, swaying gently. Looking down and lifting a foot, the shadows that stood below him turned from transparent to opaque, then back again when his foot came down and right through them. They glowed bright orangey-red against what seemed to be a sunset in the distance.

Fear and anxiety curled up inside him, and the swallowing of the lump in his throat only prevented him from cracking a joke, instead allowing him to understand that the howling and the whispers had come from these shadowy wisps. They seemed to reach towards him, call his name, beckoning him to stay with them, be one with them. The sunset coming from behind the swing shone bright and kind, creating a halo around the still-moving swing.