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Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Hide and seek


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 As we ran away, nothing stirs.

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Hush. Don't move. Don't breathe.

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Tuck your feet in.


 “Here I come.”

The wind whispers in my ear. 

The tree stabs me In the back with it's knives.

The shadows darken. Here come the seekers to seek you. 

Don't breathe. Don't move. Be dumb. Don't come.

 They go, but don't get out just yet.

The bushes hold their breath.

You have won.







 


 
 

1 comment:

  1. Great usage of words Nic I also like how you describe being as quiet as you can and
    fabulous personification. Well done!

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