Little pup

The Death of Me

This is the beginning a short piece of narrative, I intend to make the other chapters/parts longer by far but this is to give people more idea of my writing style other than that god awful bit of romance I attempted.

I crawl, through dust and cob web, desperate to escape the vile creature in pursuit of me.

I was able to run into the abandoned library on 4th street. I found myself cornered until I jumped for the desks, under I go, the smell of wet dog behind me from our sprint in the rain.

I never thought that I would die in a place like this, torn to shreds by the thing of nightmares. I make it up out from under the mouldy desks into a clearing at the centre of the library, this was my first mistake, I watched intensely as it climbed down from the shelves which miraculously are still lines with decaying books that refuse to wither away.

I try to make a break for the main desk in order to attain shelter, my legs kick up but before I get half way to it I find myself flying across the clearing, I come bombarding into shelves with a thunderous crash.

The pain surged through my body, then I feel the worst pain imaginable, cold thick claws tearing down my back like nails on a chalk board.

Then it happens, a sudden force on my shoulder, the beast has it's teeth clamping onto me, raising me up and once again throwing me around like a rag doll. My head collides with a desk mid air and the world around me grows cold and dark, my final thoughts "I wish I died sooner", then I black out.