Running from guns, and charging into battle, a memory like that, will stay forever locked in my mind.
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Yelling from a distance, screaming close by, looking around, no one is there, a whisper, soon a screaming voice comes into focus, "Get. Out. Of. Here!" Looking around again, gets up to run, panting, running out of breath, continue running, don't care. Can't care, they're after us, all of us, it doesn't matter, it's life or death, stay safe and don't get shot, please let us live, we didn't hurt anyone, but rebelling is staying alive for survival and struggle. Hurry, hurry, faster, faster. Looks back, panics, runs even faster,
"Hey, come on, faster, faster, faster! Sprint,I don't care, just run!" Reaching what seems like safety, we're safe, finally. The gates are sealed if I'm correct? They're pushing through, they're going to push it too far, oh no.... please no....they're going too far.............
Strike five!!
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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 ...
