The ground blurred beneath me as my footsteps unforgivingly hammered through my body, echoing in my ears, drowning out the wails of the nearing sirens. Panic and exhaustion swirled within me, burning my lungs and causing my eyes and nose to ooze. The fear pushed me forward and into the shadows of dilapidated buildings. Every step, every rib-cracking thump of my heart gave me the solace of distance. I'd never be believed. I had to fixate on that reality to avoid the physical torture streaming through me from halting my escape. The truth didn't matter; only distance could save me.
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Pebbles: A Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryGot a minute? Want to have your mind flip between genres so fast you are left unsettled and confused? Excellent! Here's a book of shorts in no particular order; sorry, Melvil Dewey. Maturity Level: fade to black violence in The Seven Sisters & Heart...
