The runners

The runners

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this is a bout a bunch of people that are in the forest boxed in with 40 feet walls in a 7000 ancers of land and there forced to survive with little food from animal's and little tiny bundles of food and a little home to fit enough people. The people in the land callled warriors there forced to protect themselfs from the dover demons, dover demons are big demons that are like giants but whem they catch you that tear you apart with no hesitation. Hey guys most of my stories i make are because i read some books at school so i got inspiered to make a new one i hope you like it but if you notice any spelling mistakes just pm me and tell me what paragrapgh its on and the reason for spelling mistakes is because i am on my tablet and im not the best person for seeing what im doing so yeah Hope you injoy it and yea i did have a long desc but just injoy
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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