Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Descriptive writing

Descriptive writing


the whispering voices of  fear down the
long disrupted hall way makes me want to  run for my life.


Sprinting in terror, i run for my life.
i see blood oozing down the ripped walls.
then i stop and listen. i can hear footsteps sprinting for me.
i start running. BANG!

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