This is an excerpt from something I wrote in college for creative writing class that I’m hoping to tweak and submit for a short story contest aimed at the middle grade/young adult audience. For the assignment, we were supposed to write something with a “twist” that our classmates wouldn’t necessarily be able to predict just by reading the opening. You’ll see what I mean if you read on. 🙂
It was quiet, but I was hyper aware of my body. Adrenaline was building in my veins like a kettle about to whistle. My breathing was steady and controlled, in through my nose and out my mouth, just like they teach you in gym class. My muscles were tense, and I was ready to fly at a moment’s notice.
A gunshot fired, echoing like an explosion in the sky. I took off as fast as I could to evade my pursuers. I heard their footsteps behind me like a stampede of lightweight horses, not pounding along the ground, but definitely running. I could hear their individual breathing as they got closer. I lengthened my strides, trying to put some distance between myself and my enemies.
The path ahead was clear. I pumped my arms for momentum, desperately trying to get away. The breathing grew fainter, and the footsteps faded somewhat as I charged down the backstretch. Now that there were a few paces between us, I could concentrate on my form. Shoulders back, hands relaxed and arms perpendicular to the ground. Lean forward ever so slightly, and keep a nice, even stride. And breathe, don’t forget to breathe controlled, even breaths.
I rounded the third turn and felt the wind cutting across my face. This was the worst part of the 400 meter dash. My legs were becoming lead, and my neck and shoulders were growing heavier with every step.
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