Grace Marshall


"The Waterfall" Part 2 of 2

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, November 08, 2016

It was following me with brutal intentions; I just knew it. Why else would it be following me at all? For some reason when I’d gone from the open field I had been running through trying to dodge a lion and I had made it to the woods, a bird decided to take chase.

I still couldn’t figure out why there was a lion in the first place; it must have escaped from a zoo. I heard a loud screech from the sky and I shot my eyes upward. I saw a massive underbelly and then the bird was suddenly beside me.

I tried to glare at it but unluckily for me that was right when I came upon a log. My foot caught the edge of the wood and my body was thrown forward. I tried to catch myself but failed. I saw the waterfall right in front of me.

It wasn’t a huge waterfall, just a gradual decline but the stones were massive. I tried to take some sort of preventive measure but it was useless, there was nothing my pounding heart could do.


For some reason when I regained consciousness I wasn’t wet or shivering. My head didn’t even hurt. On the contrary, I felt warm, dry, and comfortable. I stretched out my limbs and felt no fear or worry.

I breathed in deeply, blinked my eyes, and decided to look around. I felt something soft against my head. I sat up in surprise. I was in the middle of a field somehow. The sky wasn’t brooding with rays of sunlight barely able to seep through the clouds, instead the sun was shining brilliantly and the sky was a dazzling shade of blue.

The warmth soaked into my bones. I turned around and found the source of the soft feeling against my head.

It was a young and beautiful lamb without blemish.

~Part 2 of 2 of "The Waterfall"
Grace Marshall

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