*WARNING* This is a pretty sad story. If you are sensitive, do not read. This story is rated PG. ================================================== Instructions Use the right arrow key to go forwards and the left arrow key to go backwards. ================================================== Story I looked up at the peaks, covered in snow. The tallest mountain in the world loomed above me, waiting for me to climb it, completely alone and without any food. I knew that it would be difficult, but I was determined to do it. I put on the necessary gear, headed outside and got into the Jeep that would take me up to the mountain. I shut the door one I got in, wondering if I would make it back alive. About half an hour later, we arrived. I got out and began my long hike to the top of Everest as the car drove away in the opposite direction. I climbed, heart beating wildly, sometimes dang-ling from the side of a cliff who knows how high. It was as difficult as I predicted, but even so, I managed. Every other day or so, I reached a small hut where I could rest before I went on. It was always nice to stop there. But as I climbed, there were fewer and fewer. At one point, about halfway up the mountain, where it started to get steeper, I came to the last one. From then on I had to rely entirely on my survival skills to survive. The atmosphere thinned and I began to feel ill. But I pressed on. Higher, higher, further, further I con-stantly told my brain. It was the only thing that kept me moving. And then, at last, after days, weeks, even months of climbing, I looked up and saw the summit. I was almost there. I reached up to the next rock jutting out from the side of the mountain, pulling myself up further when my hand slipped. I tried to regain my grip, but it was hopeless. My foot slid off the rock it was on, and I suddenly noticed how ill I was. I swayed as the wave of nausea rolled over me and fell backwards, unsupported, with nothing but the air and the ground, miles away, beneath me. I screamed, but I couldn't hear myself. The only noise was the howl of the wind as gravity pulled me towards the ground. I felt like I was falling for ages, but it was only a few minutes. I saw the ground, rapidly coming towards me. There was no way I could stop what was about to happen. I closed my eyes as I collided with the Earth, feeling Death taking me away. After that was only darkness. Absolute, never ending darkness. ================================================== Credits Credit to for teaching me the handy trick of copy-pasting the text from a word processor instead of laboring through typing this story in the editor on a laggy computer. Credit to for the awesome paper plane art. ================================================== Behind the Scenes If you are wondering what gender, age or name my character has, or if they have one, I didn't add it, but it's an 18-year-old girl. But she doesn't have to be. You can pretend that it's a 81-year-old man. Or an alien. I don't care.
