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dk_angel7
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 9:50 pm    Post subject: Too Late to Run #1 Zoom Reply with quote

The lakeside pool party dragged onto the early evening. The light was still crossing the sky as the sun sank below the horizon. Small groups of partygoers began to wander onto the dry lakebed as the number of participants grew.

Little Clara Davis tagged along as a group of older kids made the walk onto the lakebed.

Feeling ignored, Carla eventually wandered away from the group, as the older kids became engrossed in a juicy bit of gossip.

She noticed a small trail that cut into a wall of thick grass.

Seeking to break the boredom, Clara suddenly had the urge to see where the trail led.

She noticed that everyone was too engrossed in conversation to pay any attention to where she was.

So, she took the moment to slip through the grass and down the thin trail of dried mud.

Her disappearance went unnoticed by the group of kids who were in charge of her care.

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The trail opened to a wide patch of soggy ground after what seemed like a fair distance into the tall grass.

The mystified girl slowly walked into the clearing and turned every which way looking at the tall grass around her, her footprints in the wet earth, and the ever-darkening sky above her.

She stood for a bit, smiled, and let out a large sigh as she listened to bird calls, then looked in the direction of the flock as it flew away.

Suddenly, the look of mortal shock spread across her face.

The next few seconds were filled with the thrashing of arms, desperate thrusting of legs, and twisting of her body.

Desperate whines and groans were heard with the sounds of sucking, popping, and gurgling mud.

Then silence, but for Clara’s beating heart and deep gasping breaths.

She twisted left, then right looking down at the soggy ground around her.

Little Clara Davis was thigh deep in heavy and wet muck.

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 9:54 pm    Post subject: Too Late to Run #2 Zoom Reply with quote

Clara threw her T-shirt to the side and began to struggle.

She lifted a leg each time she shoved a foot downward as she tried to free herself from the deep mud.

Both hands plunged downward into the mud each time she tried to push herself upward and out

The soft earth pitched and rolled around her with each effort.

Each grunt became more desperate as the look of panic steadily spread across her face.

Every move just forced her legs deeper into the muck.

With a muted scream, Clara twisted and jerked in an abrupt but desperate panic.

The wet earth mounded and sank with each lunge. Rings of muck grew as they spread outward from her shifting body. They would reach half way across the soggy clearing before the rings vanished into the spongy ground.

Then there was silence.

There was silence but for the sound of deep gasping and the occasional pop of a bubble on the surface of the mud.

She twisted to the left shaking bits of mud off of her hands looking at the soft mud that surrounded her.

She twisted to her right. Her hand skimmed the just above the surface as she turned.

She looked downward as if to see how far she had sunk into the muck.

She lifted her head to look into the direction of the pool party and the thumping rock music blasting from several large speakers.

A look of agony radiates from her face as she lifts her arms and turns both hand palms up.

She stood still for a brief moment as if she was wondering.

As if she was wondering why or how she fell into this mess.

As if she was thinking that this could not get any worse than it was now.

Or could it?

Clara gasped as a look of dreadful shock radiated from her face as the Sound Technician turned up the volume to the sound system.

A party host called everyone back to the pool area for the next event for the evening.

There was no reason to believe that anyone else would be on the lakebed.

All would be safe on firm ground – but Clara.

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 4:45 pm    Post subject: Re: Too Late to Run Zoom Reply with quote

Nice work! Very Happy
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