Monday 11 April 2016

Hiding in fear




I can not move. 
All I can hear are the birds but, I'm not convinced they're far away now. Now I can start to feel my adrenaline pumping... I feel the blood prowling round my body. I feel the cold breathing heavily through my coat. I can feel the frost trying to cut my circulation off in my hands. The frost is trying to sneak between my boots. I can hear a bit of whitenoise.
I can hear them muttering… I can hear them approaching me... I stay dumb and remain in Suffocated silence.  Then I see in the very edge of my eye, them slowly disappear in the glare of whiteness… 

2 comments:

  1. Deno, this is one of the best examples of personification I have read. You have me, the reader, on the edge of my seat as I predict what could possibly be approaching you. SUSPENSE!

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  2. Totally awesome Deno. Love your use of words. Leaves me wondering what happens next!

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