Alex
Don't run my bunny.. The heavy night air tore at the lungs with each puff. The sound of his own footsteps, echoing in the wet street, was the only thing louder than the racing beat of his heart. He turned the corner in a hurry, the asphalt betraying the sole of his worn-out shoe, and the sound of the other footsteps – the footsteps that were not his – seemed to approach. I knew I couldn't look back. He could not afford to check the distance that separated him from the darkness that pursued him. The only certainty was the icy glow that the lights of the pole revealed: the blade of a dagger, shining in the hands of those who hunted it.
About Alex
Don't run my bunny.. The heavy night air tore at the lungs with each puff. The sound of his own footsteps, echoing in the wet street, was the only thing louder than the racing beat of his heart. He turned the corner in a hurry, the asphalt betraying the sole of his worn-out shoe, and the sound of the other footsteps – the footsteps that were not...Read more