EndA Poem by HexanExtra short thing from ages ago.Run. Run. That was all that was on her mind. Cold wind against her bare skin, branches snapping at her face, bushes grasping her legs. She barely noticed. Sounds, sounds behind her. Thumping, growling, scratching. Following. She did not look behind her. Her steps did not falter. She did not stumble, and yet... Her struggle was in vain. Claws. Pain. Teeth. Black eyes glinting. Silence. Darkness. Lack of sensation. Peace. © 2017 HexanReviews
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StatsAuthorHexanSwedenAboutHey! I don't write as much as I should and I don't finish what I write as much as I should. I mostly write fiction and what I find the most fun when writing short stories is getting prompts from fr.. more..Writing
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