Sunday, May 10, 2020

100WC - Week #33 - Bailee

¨Pant Pant¨The periodic warm breaths of my tired lungs were the only sounds until…
I heard a scream and not just one. Many.
The deafening screams echoed through the cold night air. 
Was that him?
All of this thinking was starting to make me dizzy. I felt like I was dancing on a cloud.
Then…
Black…
I couldn't think, talk or see. I felt like I was useless. It was horrible.
Days passed, but they felt like minutes. Weeks passed ,but they felt like days.
Months passed, like weeks. 
It was like a never ending sleep.

 What if it was?
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  1. AnonymousMay 10, 2020 at 3:50 PM

    Hi Bailee,
    That is a really goos story,
    Did you get the word periodic from Gregor the Overlander?
    You are a really good story writer!
    Keep writing,

    Madi

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