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WRITING:Short story:Untitled


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21 February 2010, 11:34 AM    #1
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I did this in a diary as well, so you may of heard it before..............

She ducked behind a thorny bush. The thorn tugged and puleld at ehr ankles but she didn't
mind. Sweat poured down ehr face, she was breathing very hard. Exhausted, she peered out
from behind the bush and staggered abck with fright as she saw the tall, dark figure that
was chasing her loom menacingly over her. A sharp dagger glinted in the sunlight in his
hand.
She wanted to cry out for help, but her throat was too choked up with fright and
exhaustion so it only came out as a hoarse whisper.
"Ha! Any last words?" It said, as the dagger moved towards her heart.
"I-I-you-you-" She stammered.
"Wasted words-" then the figure toppled over with laughter.
"You fell for it!" He cried. She gasped. The dagge was palstic and the tall dark figure
was her brother playing a prank on her.


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