Monday, 19 January 2015
Henry's 100 word challenge
Petrified,exhausted,breathless I ran as fast as humanly possible for dread that this might be the end. Slipping sliding through the forest I trembled hopelessly over the treacherous tree roots and the desolate pathway. I heard a faint spine-chilling noise in the distance. Shortly followed by a scream, a terrifying, bloodcurdling scream. I ran over to the noise. There before me stood three, atramentous, shadowy figures each holding a gun covered in sticky, blood that was as red as fire. It was pointed at me. I began to feel like I would be their next victim. The chase had begun.