Chatterbox: Inkwell

The footsteps of my pursuers can be clearly heard as they trek through the sticky mud. I am lucky that I am wearing the magical elfen boots that I stole from them. I know that I shouldn't have stolen them but time was running out. Now I just need to make it back to the volcano before the sun rises, and everything will be back to normal again. I urge myself to run faster even though I feel like I can not run any longer and am in desperate need of water. But I am too tired to go further and I start to slow down, eventually stopping and falling to my knees. It is only a matter of seconds before I feel hands closing around my waist.

submitted by Isabel D., age 11, Wyoming
(September 22, 2015 - 7:48 pm)


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(September 23, 2015 - 7:01 am)