"A Story (2)"


The girl ran. She ran blindly through the forest, with only the light of the moon to guide her, alone and afraid, cold and hungry. She ran fast, as fast as she could, even though she had nowhere to go. She ran, her bare feet cut and bleeding, her hair streaming behind her, a flash of bronze and titian tangling in the bare branches overhead. She ran without stopping, and each time she fell she got back up, once, twice, three times, again and again and again, more bruised and battered than before but still alive, still breathing. Still running. (Bianca Z.)
She didn't know where to go but she knew what would’ve happened to her if she had stopped. She continued running even if she didn’t know whether she was going in the middle of the forest or out of it. She truly hoped for the second one.She should have listened to that old and ugly woman, but she had laughed at her only because she wanted to be cool with those guys.”The guys”, she realized, ”where are they?”but she couldn’t think about their safety too, at least they were in group, while she was alone. She only had to do one thing: run.(Federico T.)
It seemed really so absurd expecially if she thought that only a few hours before, she was carefree with her friends at that rave party. She had been waiting for that party for days and now. Thoughts flew swiftly as she ran, like flashes, and even if she was tired and her left foot hurt, she still kept a clear mind; she could not understand how...(Lucrezia D.P.)