authors Note: This is my first writing piece of the new year! I was working on vocabulary and really setting the scene for the reader. Hope you like it
Stones
It's quiet here, the only sounds are the wind and the flowing stream next to me. I reach down into the water and grab a single stone. It's smooth and rounded, it seems almost perfect. I look over to him and he smiles. I hold out my hand and he takes hold of it. We begin to walk to where our car is, the closer we get the louder the roaring of the trucks and cars gets. The sounds of the stream and blowing wind fades until it is only a memory.
" that was nice, it's so quiet there" He says
"yeah, my father and I used to have picnics there when I was younger" I reply We start driving down the road when a deer dashes from the woods where we just were. John swerves the car, trying to avoid the deer.
CRASH!
I remember opening my eyes, seeing the blood dripping down John's face, he opens his eyes and grabs my hand saying "it's going to be okay, Stay with me! Keep your eyes open!" my eyelids grow heavier and heavier, until I can no longer hold them open.
