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| original work by Christine I Steeves-Speakman |
THE RUNNER
The figure moved cautiously between the buildings glancing every few moments over this shoulders. What he was looking for he wasn’t sure but what he did or didn’t do could cost him his life. The night was his protector now. His only friend. The alleys and black corners became his home. Daylight, his enemy. The death of night was his life. Sometimes friends can turn against you.
This night was the beginning of the new, full moon. Great! Just as things were heating up for him. Just when he needed all of the night’s darkness. The new moon shines bright. What was that? Oh Lord they’re closer! They’ve found him! Nothing could save him now. The fight didn’t last long. Maybe he had bought enough time for the next runner
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilites
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me