500 word story 2:
My heart thumps. Tears blur my eyes. I stumble over twigs beneath my blistered feet. I can hear his footsteps getting louder and closer. I carry on running, the trees a blur as I go by. I suddenly see a parting in the trees, revealing a small, run down shack made from rotting wood. A flicker of hope sparks within me making me run faster than ever before. Yanking open the rusted door, I step inside bolting it behind me.
I sit against the door clutching my knees and closing my eyes wishing everything would just disappear. My eyes flutter open as I feel a thud on the door behind me. Hours pass before he finally retreats into the woods.
I breathe a sigh of relief and finally take in the room around me. There are shards of pottery beneath my feet. I pick a piece up, twirling it around my fingers in curiosity. It is patterned with dragons and various other mythical beasts I couldn't name. I stood up wincing slightly as I realise I have a deep cut on my left foot which is pooling with blood. Wiping away a stray tear, I ignore the pain and slowly slip my sandals off hoping it would make the pain bearable .
I pace around the room looking around. A stool lays on the ground in the middle of a pile of old parchment. I walk towards it and, bending down, I pick up a piece. It was a drawing in black ink of a pale blue dragon with a horn protruding from the top of its head and wings so big, they went off the page. I was breath taken. I take another. This one was of a green dragon with ivy winding around it's whole body and had two long horns ,which also went off the page, coming out from behind it's head. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw some writing. I picked this up, and glanced at the cursive script.
It contained a long list of creatures and next to each one was a small drawing . I folded it up and put it in the pocket of my muddy shorts and got up again. I looked up to see a wooden door with a metal handle hanging off it. I push the door slightly and peer through the crack. All I can see is darkness. I nudge it open and feel around for a switch. Finding it, I flick downwards.
The lights flicker on. I see a fireplace filled with charred wood and in the far corner is a desk covered in more paper.On it are more various drawings of dragons. Next to it is a gold fountain pen. I reach out to touch it....
I found myself in a bed. All I can hear is muffled voices around my motionless body. My eyes clear and I turn my head to see an oxygen tank next to my gashed arm....
