The smell of sulfur and wood filled my nose. The scene of the woods speeding in front of my eyes. Though, it wasn't dark, rather, at dusk, when the sun sets below the horizon. I could hear myself breathe quickly, my heart pounding, leaves being crunched by my feet. I could somehow taste the bitter air. I was running, as if the devil was trying to catch up, pulling me into the depths of hell.
"Inside my mind...", I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I hit a tree, the last thing I could see before darkness swallowed me whole.
"Angel...", a mysterious voice called out to me.
YOU ARE READING
Brava, Brava, Bravissima...
Short StoryThis was my English assignment, where I had to roll a die that gives me random settings, times, characters, and concepts to write a story, depending on the number I rolled. I also had to incorporate the five senses, so the reader would know what the...
