The sweat is
pouring off of her as she runs. She is sure that she is not running fast enough
or quiet enough to get away. She imagines the smile on her tormentors face as
they track her. She knows that they are taking great pleasure in her fear. She
can smell her own fear. She knows they can. The only question she really has is
why her? What made them want to terrorize her? How did she draw their
attention?
Truth be
told it was nothing she did that got their attention. She was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time. This was a game for them, a hunt. They enjoyed the
rush that they felt in their blood as they chased someone. There was nothing
like the thrill of smelling the fear in the sweat of a person. The adrenaline
pumped and the high was the best that they had ever felt. Better than any drug
or drink they had ever used.
The thoughts
running through her head ranged from being afraid and being mad. A part of her
wanted to stop and face them down, and the other part of her wanted to be able
to get away. She was glad that she could run and knew the area. Maybe she could
get away from them. She hoped that she could. Her chest hurt from the stress
and the extra exertion from running so all out.
I really felt like I was reading a book. You are a great writer.
ReplyDeleteI am going make 2 suggestions. The part where you said you wanted to face them down, I would take out the word down, so it flows better.
In the last sentence, instead of saying running so full out (I think those are the words you used), I would says running full speed.
Just suggestion.. Otherwise, I love it!
Thank you, Kelly. I appreciate it and that is the type of thing I want. I need to send my current story to you on Facebook. That one I am serious about finishing and publishing.
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