It was pitch black like the sun had set for the last time and I could hear his feet pounding against the ground like a drum stick on a drum. It was cold and wet and his breath was a mist in front of Him. He was running... why? Maybe to get away from the hurt or was he trying to escape his fears. The shadows followed behind him, he felt like he was running forever and never got any where like running on a treadmill or in place. Out of breath and out of luck he stopped and faced his fears and his hurts, but a strange thing happened, he over came them like a wave over a town and he felt powerful. Next the sun came out he awoke to his alarm clock about to be late for school.
The Midnight Runner
February 8, 2010