The sun was slowly sinking down and the crickets were just starting to chirp. She ran her long hair
whirling behind her. The footsteps thundered behind her. She ran blindly, her feet were raw and
bleeding. Sticks attacked her bare arms and legs. The cold bit through her night-gown. Soon she
heard the unmistakable sound as the gun went off behind her. The bullet whizzed by her ear, only
about a centimeter away. She tried to run fast but her legs suddenly seemed to be made of lead. She
slumped to the ground in despair. Tears of forfeit rolled down her face. The man stood over the
whimpering girl the gun pointed at her only feet away. That's when I awoke in a cold sweat. What did
this dream have to do with me, and why was I having it?
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Heart and Soul
Teen Fictionthis isn't just one story but many short and I will probably continue to add my short stories in here that's why its not completed
