Thunder sounds.
Run.
Into the woods.
Run.
Through the trees.
Run.
Dodge the trunks, the roots, the branches.
Run.
Leap over logs, over brush.
Run.
Under the limbs, through the thorns.
Run.
Under the black sky, the swirling clouds.
Run.
Thunder sounds.
Run.
Through the trees, through the bushes.
Run.
Lightning strikes.
Run.
Lightning strikes again, hits a tree.
Run.
The tree bursts.
Run.
The trunk splits in two.
Run.
The branches fly.
Run.
The trunk falls.
Run.
The trunk falls.
Run.
Falls.
Run.
Falls.
Run.
Through the trees.
Run.
See the trunk.
Run faster.
The trunk falls too fast.
Run. Run run run.
The trunk is overhead.
Run run run run run run.
The trunk is overhead.
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunru-
Down.
Not fast enough.
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The Playground
Paranormal((Story I started 6 years ago. Plays upon the ironies of teenage subcultures and cliques, the desire to fit in, and paranormal social phenomena. Paranormal horror/drama/comedy mix attempt. Violence & Language.)) Something lurks within the dense fo...
