I trip and topple down, crawl, hide my burning face in the soil, and pray. This is my land. Land of my past, land for my future, don’t take me in just now...
The grass rustles gently over my head, bending low. Minutes pass, and nobody can find me.
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This story originally came with the author-created image below, which of course we don't allow during competitions. However, now the voting is over, it's time to let you see the complete effect. My feet flounder in the thick grass as I race, panting, by the wild field. The forbs' heads whip at my hips and the hammer in my chest splits seconds. Soldiers stomp behind, whistling and whooping at me as the burst of a machine-gun pierces the air like a banshee cry.
I trip and topple down, crawl, hide my burning face in the soil, and pray. This is my land. Land of my past, land for my future, don’t take me in just now... The grass rustles gently over my head, bending low. Minutes pass, and nobody can find me.
Sue Clayton
3/8/2022 04:27:02 am
A striking run for freedom 22/8/2022 06:17:05 am
Both with your brushstrokes on the image and the words in your story, you have painted a picture of desperation...and hope. 22/8/2022 12:02:49 pm
Impeccable writing. You drew me in and held me captive by the very first words I read! Well done! 👏
Fliss Zakaszewska
22/8/2022 02:23:54 pm
Word fail me and my heart breaks for you. You and your country are constantly in my prayers. Beautifully told. 23/8/2022 10:27:03 am
A wild field indeed. I pray for the survival of all those being hunted on their own land.
David Milner
23/8/2022 11:45:30 pm
Keep working, keep sharing... we cannot forget you.
Rashna Walton
25/8/2022 06:48:29 pm
powerful ',,,,, don't take me in just now ..... '
Meredith Asuru
26/8/2022 12:21:22 am
I wept within me as I read. May our prayers of ceasefire and lasting peace be answered.
Dee Lorraine
26/8/2022 01:14:23 am
A beautifully told and illustrated story, Malvina. Thank you for continuing to share your courage.
Malvina Perova
29/8/2022 02:44:44 pm
My dearest readers, thank you so much for following my stories. You are always in my heart too, for your kindness, compassion, and sparkling talent that inspires me to write on. Hugs from Ukraine :) We're still fighting. Comments are closed.
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