Excerpt from story “Stalked”

Yesterday I said I would post an excerpt from my story “Stalked” today.  It’s still today, and by golly, here it is…

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   Suddenly Dave and Jennifer were tumbling downhill.  “Whoa-Oh!” they shouted.  Grant saw them slip just in time to keep himself
and Jane from tumbling right on top of them, although they slid into the ravine just behind them.

“To your right,” Jane said, gasping for breath as they all scrambled to their feet.

As they began to run along the bottom of the ravine they could see that it quickly gave way to a dry creek bed.

“Left,” called Jane, and Dave pulled Jennifer around a tangle of roots where the ravine met the creek bed.  They stumbled over
a scattering of rocks and Jennifer felt a sharp pain in her ankle but she continued running as fast as Dave could pull her anyway,
start fear driving her.

They’d gotten about seventy, eighty feet past the turn when the whump whump sounds suddenly ceased.  Jennifer glanced over
her shoulder past Grant and Jane.

“Oh-my-God!” she screamed, and they all looked back and froze.

There was Ella standing next to the tangled tree roots where the ravine intersected the creek bed.  Her face was nearly black,
as were her outstretched hands.  Her blonde hair appeared a dark greenish-gray and waved languidly in all directions, although there was no breeze to make it move at all.  “Grant,” she called, and began moving slowly forward.  “Grant, help me!”

Grant went at a dead run back to Ella.

“No, Grant!” shouted Dave.  “It’s not Ella!  Grant, stop!  It’s that thing!”

Jane and Jennifer added their voices to Dave’s, pleading with Grant to stop.  Grant ran on, headlong.  The darkened form of
Ella moved slowly to meet him with outstretched arms, calling over and over, “Help me, Grant!”  She stopped beside a fallen log just as Grant was within ten feet of her and leaned forward as if she were about to fall.  Grant lunged.

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Want to see what happens next?  Visit SmashWords.com and search for my story, “Stalked”, or search by author: Robbie Lewis Lowe.  Turn off the adult filter, but only if you’re over 18 please!  This is not an R-rated story, but it might not be suitable for younger readers.  Till tomorrow, folks.

About RobbieAnnLewis

To me, words are like garden plants -- if planted in the right places, well-weeded, lovingly coaxed and given light, they will feed mind and spirit. I live with my boyfriend -- a man who has his own way with words -- by a bay on the Texas Gulf Coast.
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