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Personal Narrative-Creative Writing: A Night's Life

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The silence was eerie, even the birds in the trees had appeared to have fallen silent. The young girl leant against the tree, pressing her body tight against the trunk in an attempt to make herself as invisible as possible as she took the time to catch her breath. She peered around to check if the coast was clear. It was.. Well at least she desperately hoped so. The next section of cover was only a few metres away, but even a few metres left her with no choice but to break cover. Taking the opportunity she ran as though her life depended on it. Ducking low into a cluster of bushes, panting ever so softly. The realisation hit her. The realisation that her footsteps would of sounded loud and heavy on the forest floor, strewn with dry leaves and …show more content…

Minutes which felt like hours to a young girl sitting alone in the woods, where her racing heartbeat was the only sound reaching her ears. The trees blocked out most of the sunlight, missing very few rays here and there. Letting the cool air wrap around her as she sat and …show more content…

She peered out from her hiding spot in the cluster of bushes and into the open again. It was now or never she thought to herself before stepping out. Her footsteps, this time, were soft in an attempt to keep the noise to a minimum. She stretched, lowering her guard without any intention to do so, but being cramped in the same position for so long had been tiring. A sound came from behind her, a quiet sound. A sound of a twig breaking. She assumed it was another rabbit or even a bird this time. And would of kept that thought in mind if his voice hadn’t of sounded behind her.

“Raise your hands.” The deep voice of a male came from behind her. She looked glanced around, looking for any mean of escape. Taking a deep breath, her hands raised instinctively into the air. Slowly turning around, coming face to face with her enemy. Their eyes met, the trigger was pulled and the impact caused her to fall to the ground. Her hand held over her leg, wincing at the slight pain but mostly from the shock of the

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