Week 3: Why Backwards By Marc

Running like a bullet from a gun, my lungs were burning but I kept running. An abominable man was chasing me. I went left and he went right. I had time but not much time. I had an idea to run to the exit. Eventually, I got my breath back and I felt as fit as a hare. So I sprinted and sprinted as fast as I could.

Suddenly it went dark and it felt like my eyes were closed.

“Hey get over here” shouted a deep voice.

I was nearly at the escalator. I jumped on the escalator but It seemed to be going backwards….Sadly …I never got out of jail. 

 

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