His legs felt like they were moving through molasses at this point. Jason had to keep moving though, there was no way he would let it catch him. As he turned around the corner and out of the grungy alley, an object sailed past him. He stopped and whirled around, hurling a large rock he had found on the ground. He then continued to run, noticing the knife imbedded in a car door as he passed. When he finally couldn’t run anymore, he stopped and turned around.
His screams could barely be heard over the sound of snapping bones.
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The Short Story Collection
Short StoryA collection of my little snippets of stories. They are happy, scary, and sappy, so be ready for anything.
