A gothic short story

Apr 30, 2009 19:23

 I was running… running… running… running as fast as I could to get out of the rapidly closing grille to escape from him. I just got to the tiny gap that remained, just about a split second too late and couldn’t fit through. I then traversed around quickly to be confronted with a spiky wall that was rapidly closing in on me. And with that I sat ( Read more... )

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munchkin30 April 30 2009, 19:57:56 UTC
I like this, it's really good, well done :)

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doodlebug0701 June 17 2009, 13:51:58 UTC
Sorry it's been a while getting back but thanks :).

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