A/N: This was created because i had random short stories lying around. i am never going to finish these and i thought i would just put them up as prompts.
Skylar Jones
I struggled to put one foot in front of the other, sweat rolling down my face and arms. I am struggling to move. I was breathing rapidly and unevenly clenching the long sword in my sweaty palms. I clenched my teeth and swung downwards before thrusting forwards, getting behind my opponent's guard. I slashed horizontally immediately hitting him.
He panted heavily before backing away, the fencing sword in his hand almost dropping, he looked tired beneath his white mask and white padded suit. I looked the same, except a lot more tired, I had won the fencing match. my hand was cramping and my legs felt like jelly, the referee was soon making it official and it wasn't long when the crowd erupted into cheers and I felt like i could breath easy again. I headed to the change room and threw some stuff on, bolting out as soon as all my stuff was taken care of. My arms and legs were still hurting, but I felt like I was glowing after that match. I was racing home like I was being chased by a pack of dogs which was exhausting,but i still have a match tomorrow. I need my energy and my apartment wasn't that far from the arena. Quickly unlocking the door and turned on the air conditioning fast. I let it cool me down as i immediately flopped down on my comfy sofa.
It wasn't long before Skylar's stomach growled and she awoke from her light nap. she groaned her eyes fluttering open and her stomach once again growled for substance, sighing she got up and headed toward the fridge. Her apartment was small and cozy, the black leather couch she was previously on was in front of a small tv. A small closet was beside the door, the kitchen right beside it. her bedroom was in the door beside tv and also connected to her bathroom and the only bathroom in the small apartment.
Skylar ended up making herself a ham sandwich and ate it slowly, lost in thought. she wondered if she should call her friend and tell her she would be moving on in the tournament she entered. though she doubted her friend didn't know, her friend seemed to know everything, it got a little scary most of the time. Sydney would text her a congratulations tomorrow, so there was no need to call her.
Skylar debated calling her mom and sister but then dismissed it, her sister would only answer if it was a holiday and her mom and her were distant ever since Skylar's dad died.
Skylar sighed and picked up the plate full of crumbs, she put it in the sink and took her time getting a fresh can of bear from the fridge, flipping it open she took a swig before heading toward her bedroom intent on getting some sleep. she sighed again as was her habit when too many thoughts swirled around her head, setting the can on the nightstand Skylar flopped on the bed and closed her eyes for just a second. It was only a moment later that a wave of wind slammed into her face and something small and scratchy settled on her cheek. Skylar bolted awake, all thought of sleeping out of her mind. What just happened? What was going on? Didn't she just go to sleep? Her deep chocolate coloured eyes scanned the area, she seemed to be on the beach. There was pale sand beneath her feet her baggy cloths were billowing in the wind and copper coloured hair was sticking her face a hundred miles an hour. A salty smell permeated the air and she could see the deep wide ocean glittering blue under a very large sun. Was this a dream? Yeah, it probably was, even though it is a very real like dream. She chose to ignore the last statement. Skylar settled on walking toward the jungle behind that huge cliff face, it had some really big trees on it that almost looked like they were touching the clouds. It looked like a very deep jungle and Skylar intended to find civilization in there. Turning her back to the ocean she headed toward it almost enjoying the feeling of sand in between her feet, she sighed instead, thought swirling through her head. She spotted some weird looking fruit on some of the trees and decided to eat it later when she was hungry hoping it was not poisoned. She quickened her pace toward the forest when she felt a pressure on the back of her head and a bad feeling started in her stomach. She felt like someone was watching her, but she knew no one was there. Who cared it was a dream, nothing was going to happen.
If only she knew how wrong she was.