Chicken Scratch

The Teenage Writing Site

She forgets what their faces look like after 35 days. The one photo she had of them had been long gone by them, destroyed by fire and time and hate, so now she's just left with fleeting memories that are already faded at the edges. She remembers blonde hair and kind smiles and the deepest blue there ever was, but nothing else comes back together. It's a puzzle missing the most important pieces, and they're long gone.

Clara ran. She started, and didn’t stop until her chest was screaming for air and her legs couldn’t support her anymore. Her normally pale skin was flushed from exertion, and her long brown hair was tangled from the wind. She slumped against a tree, catching her breath. Wait…. A tree? She had run into the forest without noticing!

Clara looked down, and was surprised to see several cuts and scratches from branches that she’d brushed past along the len...