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Running On Part III

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I was young, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew better than to look around and scream. I just quickened my pace and took sharp turns. But the footsteps followed me everywhere I went, and I could no longer refrain myself, and turned around. Behind me stood a tall, bony man with a face that resembled a skinless skull. He had a bristly moustache and wore a long, charcoal grey overcoat that reached beneath his legs. There was a grisly presence around him, and I couldn’t help but freeze on the spot and stare at him.

                “What are you looking at?” he said, his voice coarse and deep, and his accent thick Scottish. I could only shake my head and back away. I was only seven. “Where do you think you’re going?”  he asked, with a devilish look on his face. That was all he needed to say. I turned around and ran with all the strength and energy my legs could offer.

                “Don’t run, little girl, I just want to play,” he said, cackling to himself like a madman. I didn’t doubt that he was one. I didn’t really pay attention to where I was going; I just let my legs carry me away. It was a cold, frosty morning, but I was boiling hot in my red overcoat as I ran. I glanced back again to find the man walking calmly after me. Hot tears dribbled their way down my cheek. I turned another corner, the sound of my shoes slapping against the cobbled street blocking out everything else.

                I wiped my teary eyes with the back of my sleeves and ran further.

“Looks like you saved me the trouble of having to drag you to my home,” the man smiled, showing his rotten, yellow, uneven teeth. I looked around frantically, and saw houses running across the sides of the road. I hadn’t really paid attention to my surroundings. The man walked to a dark, Victorian built house made from red bricks, just like the rest of the street. Silently, he pulled out a key from his pocket and slid it into the keyhole. With a single twist of his bony hand, the door opened and he pushed it so that he could enter. But he didn't go in. Instead, he walked slowly towards me, an evil look on his face. I didn't know what to do. all I did was stand and scream. A loud, piercing scream that seemed to never end...

Running On Part 2

Part 2 of our famous ''Running On'', written by Nusrath, an exlusive writer for www.creativstories.blogspot.com ! If you havent read part one, then scroll down and read the beginning of one of the best stories written! We now have a target to get atleast 2500 viewers and 50 followers, please support us by telling everyone you know about our fantastic blog! Remember small things make a big difference! Thankyou! And behold for Part 2, Part 3 shall be posted as soon as we have 1500 viewers! Enjoy.....

Running On Part II

            I sighed.

“Yes mammy,” I said.

“That’s my girl, always a good one, you were!” mammy kissed my forehead and told me I could choose another one. So I settled for another one, a black pair that looked fairly similar, but it still wasn’t the same. There was no shine and no little spark in them.

            We set off back home, going through our usual route through the market. As we walked, we spotted Sam, the cookie man. He came regularly to the market to sell his cookies, and wonderful they were.

“Mammy, the cookie man’s here, the cookie man’s here!” I squealed excitedly.

“Well, why don’t you go and buy us a cookie, each, right honey?” mammy said, pressing a fifty pence coin into my hand. I smiled and ran off with the money to the cookie man.

“Hello, sam!”I said.

“Why hello, darling, would you like a cookie?” he replied with a warm smile.

“Two chocolate nut ones, please” Sam handed me the cookies in a brown paper bag, after I gave him the fifty pence coin. “Thank you!” I shouted, before spinning around. Mammy was gone. I looked around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I passed stall after stall, asking if they’d seen a tall, pretty woman with red hair, but they all said no.

                                                                       Worried, I retraced my steps until I realised that I wouldn’t find her. I felt my eyes sting and my throat close up, but I told myself I couldn’t be a baby, only little children cried. I decided to make my own way, walked through the lanes that I always saw mammy go through. The one with the tall, brick houses, and then round the left and through path between the terraced houses.

                      After all that time walking, only then did I notice the sound of footsteps behind me. Clip clop, following every move I made…

'Running On'

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