RunningA Story by Tsukin ArchangelAnother entry to the Flash Fiction contestRunning Running. Running.
Running. Running. Falling. Jumping. Screaming. Crying. I must go faster. I have to go faster. My
heart hammered in my veins, branches and twigs whipped at my cheeks and pulled on
my clothing. Holes were in my stockings. Make-up was smeared like a psychotic clown. It dripped down my face. My hair caught on brambles and my hands where littered with blood. My blood. Their blood. Everyone's blood. Oh god. So much blood. Blood everywhere.
Blood staining chairs and leaves and and and -- When
did this happen? Why did this happen? Why to me? I
skirted to the edge of a clearing. Below me roared a deafening waterfall. My
eyes searched frantically. My hands shook uncontrollably. My breathing wheezed
loudly. I heard the sounds of shouts and
saw the light of fire in the distance. No time. No time. NO TIME! They’d
be on me soon. They’d be here to get their revenge. Tears
streamed down my face. Salt stung my cheeks. Adrenaline began to fade. Pain was
resurfacing. The first man entered the clearing. My eyes widened exponentially. “Hey
you!” I
turned, getting ready to jump, my legs bunching, blonde hair whirling in the
night and " “Cut!” I
turned around and smiled. “How was that take?” © 2014 Tsukin ArchangelAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 21, 2014 Last Updated on January 21, 2014 AuthorTsukin ArchangelPalmdale, CAAboutHmm let's see~ I'm 20 (wow I've had this account for a long time) I'm a poet I'm a story writer A singer An amateur Voice actor An anime enthusiast An avid gamer 100% Unadulterrated Me! I wri.. more..Writing
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