I ran.
Nothing else mattered but getting away to someplace else, someplace... safe. Everything around me was eclipsed, dawn barely breaking over the horizon as I ran through the meadow.
Watered leaves, adorned with the droplets of dew, soaked my silk dress as I made my way across. Sticks and leaves crunched underneath my bare feet with every step I took. Keeping me company in the otherwise deathly quiet of the night.
There was nothing left to do but run. Nothing mattered.
"DARA!"
A loud scream took me by surprise and as I turned around to see who called, I fell. Landing with a thud on the ground beneath me. Every sense momentarily dampened out before returning to me in a swarm as I attempted to pick myself up.
Pressure built in my chest. The overbearing anxiety of having been followed making it progressively harder and harder to breathe, but I couldn't focus on that right now. Wearily I began picking up the pace until I was running once again.
No one would stop me from getting out. This time there were no mistakes.
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For today's prompt, I had to write every sentence starting with the last letter the previous sentence ended in and make it all makes sense :3 Enjoyed the challenge!
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An Arcane Scrapbook Collection
LosoweA collection of short stories/poems/ideas that are too small to fit anywhere else <3