The Guardian

This is just a sneak peek of a new story I have been writing for a while now, hope you enjoy

Mt. Everest, 9:00 EST, Oct. 5, 2030
His hand trembled grasping for a ledge above his forhead. Every cell in his body seemed to shake in fear, but excitment for the gracious climb. Reaching for a rock above him a thornbush abovehand latched onto his plaid jacket nearly ripping it. He held on for dear life using his other hand as a utensile. He delatched the thorns and continued as the sky started to cry. Tears flowing down the rock walls making it harder to climb the ledge. One arm slipped in a instance as he wrapped his leg around a nearby plant root sticking out of the moist rock. He cried out for what he though couldn't hear him in pain and misery. "Lord, why must you take this uppon me, stop the rain at once!" He almost couldn't hang on much longer, shaking to the point of dispare he held on as if hislife depended on it. And that it did. Nothing seemed to matter as if time passed through his brain focussing on every move he made, for one could cost his life, his only life. Wiping the tears from his eyes onto his jacket now with a tear in it he continued. The rain now drizzling for about 20 minutes had passed in his shortage. When he reached a fairly lardge ground, he stopped for a few minutes to rest his mind. His adrenaline and insanity boosted in unbeleif for he could have just died and nobody would be there to hear a sound. If a tree fell and nobody was there to see it, would it make a sound, they say? If only one man strideth on the Earth, would he be able to keep conversation? He fell asleep with these thoughts wondering around in his endless list of worries and droughts.... "Keep me safe" He mumbled under his breath, "Keep me safe."
He was shortly woken to a loud crack that echoed from the sides of the canyon below. He opened his eyes. If I was to die, where would I wither upon? Where would my final destination expose? "Questions of nonsense" He quickly shouted, now realizing his ledge was a collapse. "Lord!" The rock cracked farther to the point of surrender. His big life depending on one small crack. He stood still crying as any human would, for that is one of the emotions humans were born with and we cant change. Weeping and depression became himself whispering, "No, no... no...." With that, the ledge came loose and the helpless wonderer fell to the death of himself. As he fell he closed his eyes knowing not what lie ahead. The ledge skimming his head as he fell along with dirt chunks that smashed against his head. Bloody and bruised he fell and let his arms dangle out, "Take me! Take me!"
*BAM!*
To be continued?

That was just 1 1/2 pages of rthe story, i may realease more to you later, because im already on page 71. Anyways, hope you enjoyed,

Nice opening. When you finish your novel, i'd suggest you seek professional opinions prior to publishing the story.

Not something i'd read. I'm not the reading type. :/

Thanks Jyo, and yeah, Boxy, you don't seem a reading type