This week my goal has been to use a theasurus to come up with interesting vocabulary…
My breath came in rugged gasps. I looked around the rubble and debris searching for something, anything that wasn’t black and gruesome and terrifying. A faint glow of hope bubbled within me when I saw a light or was it a shimmer? I couldn’t tell, but it wasn’t ruinous, so I scrambled over wreckage trying to reach the light. My legs, scratched and bleeding, only just managed to carry me over the sharp bricks, stones and slabs. A stone throw away, the light I had been following revealed itself as a lantern, although its flame was ready to die. It was hanging from a cliff high above my head. I looked around for a stick or something I could reach the flare with but it was impossible to find anything but stone. In despair I crouched down with my knees pulled up tight under my chin and let the salty tears fall freely down my face. At that moment the flame died and I was all alone in the pitch black. I gave up. Until I heard the whisper that changed my life.
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