Running, panting, breathing, wait!
Stop!
"Go....."
"Not without you".
"I'll live, you have to go, we're in the middle of all of this." Gestures widely at the quickening sounds of guns and men yelling.
"I won't, you can't make me go without you!"
Growls increase.
A pause.
Back to running, "pant,pant,pant." Oilseed pants, out of breath.
Slowing to a stop, they, look left & right.
"I...I....I can't go on.... leave me..." a soft pitiful voice begs,
"Oh come on, just a little while longer and the the wicked will be no more" a stern voice replies.
Five
"Hurry, please, they're almost upon us!"
Running,"Pant,Pant,Pant,pant." Shush. Quiet.
Four
"Hush, covers your ears, count to ten and wish upon your dreams, it's almost ended"
Three
A whimper is heard, and then silence.
Two
"Count it off with me,1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!" She shrilled before an enormous explosion rings with every voice then silenced. You're out.
Strike one!
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The Shallow Earth
Short StoryStrike one) you're out Strike two) you're warned Strike three) you're crossing the line Strike four) you're pushing it Strike five) you're going too far Strike six) you're on the edge now Strike seven) don't even dare Strike eight) don't you do it ...
