"Run. Run and don't look back." He pants behind me before being shot in the back. I stumble. The ringing in my ears won't go away as I glance back at him. 'Run...' he mouths to me. And that is it, they drag him away but don't notice me. I know that I will never see him again. Only a few tears are allowed to slip out before I rush into the forest. I will mourn him later.
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Inspiration And Prompts
RandomThis book is full of writing prompts to help fule your imagination. You are welcome to take any of the writing prompts from this book and turn them into your own creation! Please enjoy! Also not all of these are my own.
