- Reads 209
- Votes 6
- Parts 1
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2013
It's cold. Dark. I hear them in the distance. I can't run anymore. My breathing is ragged. Dirt filled tears streaked my cheeks. I'm running fast, but with limp. My ankle is twisted at an odd angle but I keep going. My lungs burn in protest. The wind bites into my skin resisting my force. I still hear them. Their screams of rage.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
Sign up to add A lonely Night to your library and receive updates
or