3 Sheets to the wind

Walking down this path, there was... a sound.

I listened close, but "it" stopped as; I stopped.

I started walking again... as I walked; "it" followed.

I stopped again, and... so did "it".

I started walking slowly, and... so did "it".

I increased my stride, and... "it"; matched.

I paced into a jog, and... so did it!

I stopped yet again, and... so did; it!!

I burst into a run, and... so did; it!!!

I gasped for breath... and so did; it!

Walking... Stopping. Jogging! and running yet again... and so did it!!

I could feel my heart beating in my fingertips!!!

...and so did "it".

I wanted to yell...

I wanted to scream!

But, instead I whispered; "I have a typewriter."

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

That was great!

a reply to: Quantum12

Thanks glad you liked it... I actually did some revisions and editing. Which is a big thing for me.

Hemingway is quoted as saying something to the effect of: The first draft is always crap... learning to rewrite is what makes a writer.

In my youthful arrogance I made an excuse to not seek a scholarship offered because I figured I already knew how to write as an excuse, but it was also that arrogant self soothing coupled with fear because I didn't think myself afraid of anything, at least that was the rationalization... which made it the worst kind: fear and the arrogance in pretending it wasn't.