Monday, February 13, 2006

Anxiety Monday, Feb. 13

Previously on Anxiety Monday

It happened again. Morning panic, though there doesn't seem to be a need for any. Yeah, it's day before Valentine's Day (yeesh), but I think I got something good planned. There's a truckload of school work, but this is movie project week, so it shouldn't be overwhelming, yet I'm still feeling the sense of something wrong, something amiss. Don't know why. With that in mind, here's the next free write based on the scary story my students started with fear of the unknown being the operative impetus.

It was raining really hard. The blonde girl looked behind her. She saw the man creeping from across the street. She crossed the street and ran down to the subway to get away. At the bottom of the stairs to the subway, there was a hispanic woman on a pay phone, speaking angrily in spanish to whoever was on the other line. The blonde girl looked behind her, seeing the rain clearly on the red-rose light of the streetlamps at the top of the subway stairs. She shivered, expecting to see the outline of the man following her against the street light. However, the man was not there and did not appear for several moments. The blonde girl thought she might have escaped the man, but she was calling the police anyway. She turned to see if the hispanic woman was off the pay phone. The hispanic woman was staring directly at the blonde girl and not speaking. The hispanic woman's brow furrowed and her teeth flashed as a deep male voice boomed out of her. The blonde girl's eyes widened in terror as she heard the man's voice coming from the hispanic woman's mouth: "I am going to get you, little girl, no matter how much you run." Immediately, the hispanic woman dropped to the ground, her neck contorted, eyes rolling, and fingers clawing. The blonde girl screamed and ran into the subway station, hoping that someone would be there, or anyone could hear her screams; anything to help her escape. The station was deserted.

That's just a first thing off the top of my head. A free write I looked over once for clarity and errors. Maybe that will continue, maybe not. I'll see if anything works with it and I don't know where to go from there. Hope the mornings get less jumpy.

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