Green slowed up, he is rounding a bend hooking left around massive boulders twenty feet high, laid in place long ago. Green saw Black, dart right of the giant toads, thick moss covered the surface of the boulders, the underneath gray showing through appeared to be spots. Black is forging at full speed right of the stone formation, a straight shot at Three Tree Swings, and through thorn bushes, a species of briar, thicket, and such. The reason the trail went left. Yellow and White is in high gear down a slight slope, to Three Tree Swings. She dug deep to eclipse Green, ten yards back. Yellow and White is about to grasp, Three Tree Swings, when her eyes, flashed black. Yellow and Whites hips slammed into blacks All Star sneakers. Black was in the air now, hitting the swing at full speed. Green had seen Black, burst from the forest wall, wire thin strands trailing behind him. Black was covered with the briars. His face from a distance looked rudy, He was bleeding down his ear. Shirt, ripped and tattered, wavered behind him, sprinting to the finsh line, Three tree Swings. His appearance was that of an escaping, wild animal breaking free. Blacks mind was focused, intensely oblivious. Green let out a war cry, right fist powered into the air. Green saw black was flying, Green isnt the first looser. Yellow and White gained more momentum, she was headed down one of the steepest hills in the area, and the reason, Three Tree Swings highest. Yellow and White became a blur, heading, head over heels, down the gulch. Blacks inertia went negative, a feeling rollercoaster riders feel, he was swinging back to the launch pad. Black looked down, and saw the aftermath of Yellow and Whites horrendous, crash and burn, flipping end over end, deeper into the ravine, then fading out from the foliage. Black felt sick, on his first swing back, he crested the top of the gulch by fifteen feet, he held on for the flight back into the canopy, but let go of the vine, six feet from the ground, hitting hard, rolling three times to the edge of the gulch. Black stood up, stared down the steep grade, out of breath. Yellow and White was hurt. Blacks chest heaved, he was panting hard out his open mouth. His brown hair was matted with blood, and wet, the gouges on his face bled, red, mixing with sweat, trailed off his chin. Blue, Green eyes, narrowed, penetrated the leaved branches down the gulch, Blacks minds eye stared at the result of his determination; his thoughts were swirling, as if it was he, who went spinning into the ravine. Black was in shock. It was a photo finish. He was no more capable of pulling up, than a line backer playing for the Steel Curtain. Black, barely registered the Green blur, blasting by him, diving down head first, flipping once, landing five point, ten or so yards into the gulch, then sliding, feet, hands and butt, down the hill. It didnt take long for Green to lower his fist. The realization hit fast, what had just happened, was bad. Green bolted down to Three Tree Swings, diving full speed into the gulch. Somewhere at the bottom, was Yellow and White, there was no sound from coming from there. It is getting late into the day. Evening was coming, dusk would soon dim the thick forest. Black felt the first drops of rain, an easy beginning to the forecasted storm coming on. The other racers were heading home, some limping, bleeding, wore out from the summer day, cared not about the finish. It is a little over a mile back to Three Tree Swings, most were out of it half way through the challenge. Black and Green, Yellow and White are on there own. The forest canopy acted as an umbrella, the rain dripped from the leaves, Black was unaware of himself making his way down into the ravine, after Green, to where Yellow and White had rested. (This is just an out line, but the climax to my boyhood adventure story, the third act, it pieced together rather quickly over a couple months worth of bits. I barley have a grip this rather large project.)
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 19:47:39 +0000