It was a dreadful day. Well, it wasn't necessarily dreadful yet, as it had just started, or hadn't even started, for most. Yet, it was quite simply one of those days that was clearly conveyed as, in elementary terms, sucky.
Why was this day sucky, you ask? For starters, the weather was gloomy and grey with clouds billowing above, threatening to spill over with brutal, glass-shattering rain. A freezing wind blew through the buildings, making the temperature plummet to a place for hopeful hailstorms.
For a certain Kurt Hummel, this was a nightmare. Two reasons for this. Firstly, this weather would totally screw up his coiffed hair. Secondly, this was quite literally a nightmare.
Branches whipped across his arms and legs as he stumbled through the wickedly dark forest. He had given up screaming long ago, as they had just dissipated in the wind.
The rustling of leaves in his wake was unrelenting, never slowing or growing fainter. He wanted a way out-no, he needed a way out!
The rustling grew closer and closer, so close that he could hear the creature breathing. It pounced, and the darkness swallowed him whole.
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I have no idea what this even is. So, like don't even ask. It just kind of popped into my head, and I had to write and publish it.
If anyone has any ideas as to where I can go with this, let me know? I honestly don't know. For now, I'm just going call this story 'Kurt's Nightmare'. Sooo, yeah.
I suppose I'll just give you the usual spiel. Follow, favorite, review, whatever the hell you want to do. Buuuut, if I get enough of that stuff, I'll make this into an actual story, K? Okay, sounds good. =)