I'm running. My legs burn and my throat hurts from breathing so rapid. I focus on the large branches on the ground in front of me so I don't trip. I'm being chased.
My mind was jumping in between, grief, fear, and panic. I was too scared to even think if I was being followed. My thoughts were confirmed as I ran through the bright orange trees on with the sun setting in front of me when I heard a loud males voice scream, "Where's the girl?"
He sounded angry, his voice gruff and hoarse like a smoker. I was far enough away from the house for it to be faint but his tone was clear from any distance, he wanted me dead. I forced myself to run quicker in case he could hear me from where I was.
That's when my breathing was interrupted by my own sobbing and I felt myself slowing. I gasped and tried to focus on the deer path ahead of me, I need to keep going. I steadied myself while still running, I can cry later, keep running. I can't get caught.
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Random story bits that I want to put into a story but can't find a good place
RandomI'm going through some writer's block and I hope if I get out some scenes that have been bumbling around in my head for a while, I can write my stories better. They'll have no context and I'll probably return to it when I need inspiration later.
