I was running faster then I have ran before. I stopped, I slipped. no, please . I sat there in the dark . Pitch black. I couldn’t see anything not a fly to flame. I here’d him running shouting, screaming all the worse thing you could imagine coming! Spitting from a mouth. I stayed still. Quite, yes quite. “Gentle” I said to myself. It was no use, he was there, where There. I summoned any strength I had and legged it. In the pitch black darkness. I ran. In my mind I knew I could not out run him. I hid behind a tree. Planning calculating what to do next I had. Not behind the tree up it. I steadily climb. While creating much noise. This had me in spins as I thought he herd me. I got J.I.T just in time. He came he was right underneath my nose he looked up. My heart was pumping hard. I sweat dripped of my face and on to his…………………………… He looked up he. He ran on I was safe. But was I
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Good use of sentence structure to create tension. There are a few errors with spellings and grammar – such as the use of “climb”, which is present tense whilst the rest of the story is in past tense.
What is J.I.T?
I look forward to seeing where the story goes and how it links to the Nietzsche quotation.
React!