Rylee Walker
Recently decided I was a writer
Rylee Walker
Recently decided I was a writer
Recently decided I was a writer
Recently decided I was a writer
“We need to get out of here, now!” Sam’s rushed whisper seems to echo in the dimly lit alley.
I hesitate for a beat and look around. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I break into a full sprint. Someone saw us.
My feat beat against the pavement panting as I run full speed to the meeting point. I need to run more when I get back to the compound.
I use the shadows to my advantage a...
I can hear my breathing, heavy and panicked. I don’t know where I am. I try to open my eyes but it’s dark. I’m blindfolded.
The material is thick and scratchy on my face. A piece of cotton is making my mouth dry. It’s hard to breathe.
Tingling shoots down my legs as my body starts to come to. I try to move but I can’t. I’m restrained.
I start to panic, my chest is tight as I hyperventilate a...
My breath is heavy, coming out in little clouds of steam as I paddle down the river. The cold air nips at my cheeks when I check over my shoulder.
No one is there…
Did I out run them? Or are they waiting for me in the trees?
My heart beat echoes in my head. Do I keep paddling?
Suddenly, I hear the unmistakable sound of an oar slicing through water. I jump and turn around, almost tipping th...