Run!

Run!

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Complete Fri, Jan 22, 2016<5 mins

With the chance to save a child's life in my hands, I rushed into the other room. I could still hear her breathing. Was there still time? This is a little extract from the big book. Hope you enjoy reading my little 'horror' book.

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All I could hear was the frantic thrumming of my heartbeat against my chest. The alarm sirens were a light humming in the background. My limbs were shaking from exhaustion, including the extra limbs protruding from my back. My breath came out rapidly but, I couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to my lungs. My eyes burned from the force of the air whipping past them. " No Razor! You can't stop, I'm right behind you. Keep going!" I heard a familiar voice say that seemed close but, distant. Following the voices orders I pushed my body to go faster and to ignore the pain of exaustion. "There she is!"

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