week 5-6 writting

 

my goal was to make sure my sentences make sense and don’t make them to long.

 

 

Thump, thump. Sirens blared in the distance. His heart pounded, threatening to escape up his throat and choke him. Kevin glanced behind his shoulder, his hands slick with sweat. He could see flashing lights on the horizon. Red, blue, red, blue. 

There was nowhere to hide.  He could only bike endlessly across the glassy dirt road, surrounded by even more Illimitable golden fields. If he wasn’t getting chased he would have acknowledged how pretty it was, especially with the snow that was specked across the landscape. 

KA – CLTUNG! Time seemed to stop. Muddy water splashed and filled his mouth. Pain slashed across his head. He could taste it, not the mud, but something else. It was something metallic. He tried to get up, but it felt like he had just been thrown into a deep hole and buried. 

 

Someone had sewn his eyes shut, well, obviously, because wouldn’t he have been able to open them? Even if he couldn’t see the place he could feel the depressing vibe from it. 

“Oooww” Kevin groaned as he managed to open his eyes to tiny slits.

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