Chasing…chasing

Thump…thump.

My bruised feet hit the ground

Badump…badump

My heart beats in my chest

Rustle…rustle

The bushes move behind me

Pant…pant

I can almost feel his breath

Throb…throb

The wounds on my wrist pulse

Bark…bark

The voice of my pursuer

Drip…drip

Tears fall from my eyes

Stumble…stumble

My elbows hits the ground

Snap…snap

He has caught me

Choking…choking

My strength leaves me

Howling…howling

Time for him to find new prey

Silence…silence

This darkened forest has become my tomb

Drifting…drifting

My soul floats towards a light

Peaceful…peaceful

Bright meadows welcome me

~End~

Hey everyone,

Here’s a little versey thing that I wrote today. I wanted to let you guys know that I’ve just enrolled to do a writers course sort of thing that is called 52 Dates for Writers.

It is by Claire Wingfield a freelance editor and literary consultant. I’m looking forward to undertaking this project and getting inspiration from the book and also fellow writers.

If you want you can check out what exactly it is I’m taking part in you can see at ‘The Pigeon Hole’ website

Anyway thanks for reading and I’ll talk to you awesome people again soon.

ShadowSummit ❤

 

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