There Is Something Wrong With Tumblr, But It's So Entertaining

There is something wrong with Tumblr, but it's so entertaining

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Day 5: Salt

She licked her lips, which were dry, and salty from perspiration.  She had escaped, and for a while she had felt elated. He wasn’t chasing, he wasn’t going to kill her, but now understood why. He didn’t have to; the elements would do that. 

There was no water, plants, grass, trees all shrivelled under the unrelenting sun, the same as she was.

A honking pulled her to her feet, and she ran towards the car, refreshed. Little did she know, she had escaped the frying pan in favour of the fire.

Day 6: Dirt

She couldn’t slow down; it would catch her.  She turned to see if it was following, a fatal mistake, and she went tumbling headfirst into the ground.

She hauled herself up, and ran, ignoring the pain in her ankle, the taste of dirt in her mouth. She was almost there, almost safe, but she had lost precious seconds falling and she could see the gates closing.

She screamed for them to let her in, but they didn’t hesitate, they couldn’t put the village at risk for one girl.

The next night, she was the one doing the chasing.

there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

Day 15: Scream

The scream could have shattered glass, and by the time it was over she touched her ears to see if they were bleeding.

It started again second later, and she knew there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t be drowned out by the sound of it.

It was only when her throat started to hurt that she realised that she was the one screaming, and as she looked at the bodies surrounding her, she remembered why.

18: Breath/Breathing

For the first few seconds she was awake, the sound of his breathing beside her was a comfort.

Then she remembered that she lived alone, and before she could move, the hands that were lovingly embracing her, were wrapped around her throat.

Her eyes closed and did not open a second time.