Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26102121-20150429123821

''I've posted stories before but as they have been removed I thought I'd try out the workshop. Please give me your opinions on this.''

The sun was still out but it was beginning to retire behind the hills, it was quite a picturesque evening and I only wished that I had my camera with me. The sun was casting red rays through the sky causing the small amount of clouds to be blood red.

I have always respected attractive views and landscapes. I feel like I see the beauty that others don't. I must have walked down this path hundreds of times and yet each time I am taken aback by the pure beauty of the area. Not only was it attractive but it was desolate, sometimes I thought I was the only person that knew about this area. It was my own little space. Occasionally I would see people walking by, sometimes I would greet them but I was only met by blank stares and wide mouths. For example one person I would see most days didn't speak to me, he would just look at me unmoving. I started to just ignore these people and treat them the same way that they would treat me.

One day I remember something changed. I saw the same people as usual but they were different. There bodies had changed and they had an undescribably stench. It was almost like they smelled like death. It made me uncomfortable seeing and smelling them so I tried to ignore them but somehow I managed to always find them again.

I decided it was time for me to maybe find some new people to talk too. I was sick and tired of talking to these people and getting no response. I walked somewhere new and saw a girl, she only looked around the age of 17 but she looked sad and alone. I went over to talk to her but she just looked at me with disgust. Maybe it was the way my hair was unkept. Was it my tattered clothes? Was my beard getting too long? I walked closer to her and grabbed hold of her hands. I smiled and looked into her eyes. Why do they always look scared?

I decided to let go of her hands and once again I was met with a blank stare and a look of fear on her face. She just lay there looking up at me. I decided to leave her there.

Why were my hands covered in blood? 