Walking out the door, the
bitterly cold air hits me, dragon fumes come out my nose as I take the first
step. The pace quickens as I watch the just-risen sun glistening on the morning
dew. The sharp wind hits my legs like a thousand miniscule daggers. I run
faster and faster leaving behind the misery from deaths that have been recently
known. I push out the thoughts of despair along with the ongoing pain. Tire,
anguish and heartache empower me. I have to stop; my breathlessness and sobs
can’t be fixed by a run in the mist.Sunday, 9 June 2013
100 Word Story: A Run In the Mist
Walking out the door, the
bitterly cold air hits me, dragon fumes come out my nose as I take the first
step. The pace quickens as I watch the just-risen sun glistening on the morning
dew. The sharp wind hits my legs like a thousand miniscule daggers. I run
faster and faster leaving behind the misery from deaths that have been recently
known. I push out the thoughts of despair along with the ongoing pain. Tire,
anguish and heartache empower me. I have to stop; my breathlessness and sobs
can’t be fixed by a run in the mist.
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