Cloud White 13, French Grey 19

[justice_turtle]

Name: JT
Story: JT's Mixed Bag
Colors: Cloud White 13 (Cloudscape), French Grey 19 (There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible.)
Supplies and Styles: Miniature, Photography, Feathers, Modeling Clay (#179: Free), Pastels (accidents), Novelty Beads, Glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: reference to past violent death



I run.

I don't know how long I've been running; I don't know, any more, where I'm running to.

I'm a ghost.

I used to be a long-distance runner trying to cross the continental United States on a bet. A drunk driver hit me and killed me outside of... Salt Lake City? I'm not even sure.

I kept running. Maybe I'm running in one place, forever standing still, a tragic snapshot, a monument to failure. Maybe I'm crossing oceans and rivers without even noticing, flitting around the world in the blink of an eye.

All I know is, I run.

Comments

[bookblather]

Oh, oh, how... I don't even know the right word for this. Horrible is close, but not painful enough, you know? Tragic, maybe. Tragic might be it.

Great job.

[justice_turtle]

I know what you mean. I can't quite nail down the word either, but - re-reading, I can see the feeling you mean.

Thank you.

[shipwreck_light]

I HOPE YOU REALIZE THIS IS REALLY COOL.

This ghost is so nonchalant about what ey is, so focused on what ey likes to do. It's really touching for a person in so few words, especially a dead one.

[justice_turtle]

THANK YOU. :-)

One of the things I'm proudest of about my writing (and one of the things I practice regularly) is the ability to use few words for a big impact.