Out of breath, With a thought that makes me double over and fall to my knees, the sharp edges of loose gravel digging into them, drawing blood. Finally it is all so clear! It all makes perfect sense! How I got into this mess and how I was so badly deceived. Where am I? I try to make out the blurry scene around me and realise that there are hot salty tears that are threatening to choke me are pouring from my eyes, which is why it is making it near impossible to see. I wipe at them and it takes a few minutes as I compose myself until they start to clear and I can properly make out my surroundings. I’m standing in the middle of a tired looking, broken road, covered with weeds which try to catch onto my ancient running shoes that are starting to fall apart and the ends of my toes becoming visible. Staring back, past the dark, gloomy fog to the city where I have run from, filled like a diary of my memories and deepest secrets. I am leaving it all behind and I know for a fact that I will never set foot on those familiar streets again.

Surrounded by where a forest used to stand which since then has been burnt to the ground, and now, only the strongest of the many trees survived, like me I guess, the only one I know of to escape. On the bright side, If there ever could be one, it is such a relief to smell the crisp fresh air, it’s been too long and is nice to be here in the country part of the city. I do appreciate it but I can’t enjoy it, I’m not here under any circumstance that would, in the slightest bit, make it enjoyable. Who would have thought that only two hours earlier I was really believing that I would never be able to leave that city again like the rest of my friends and family’s fate.

Taking one last glance over my shoulder as I start to run again, I see the points of the tops of the tallest skyscrapers fading into the thick blanket of fog until there is only one standing alone, rising above the rest, the one that I know best. My home. or should I say, my ‘old’ home. Our apartment was on the thirty-eighth floor which was about a quarter of the way up, my Father, Mother, brother, Grandmother and I all lived there together, with the cream coloured walls covering all three of the rooms. A squishy living room and cosy, brightly tiled kitchen. It was tight, fitting us all in, but we made it work and it was shelter, it was warmth and ultimately, it was home. It was our safe place out of the sight of the cameras, watching our every move and ready to criticise anything that could potentially end badly. Up there in our apartment however, I didn’t have to be as careful, I was out of sight and, well I thought I was free. At least that is what I thought until the truth came out.

Stop looking back. I know that there is no going back. Not now, not ever.

I sit up, fully awake now and realise what just happened. You see, ever since I was involved in a car accident when I was five years old where I should have died, every single dream I have ever dreamt has become reality. It’s like I can predict what is going to happen, see into the future. It was awesome and I took it for granted but now … I just wish I couldn’t.

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  1. This is fulfilling the requirements of the task nicely – definitely keep it up!

    CW

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  2. Your piece of writing is very interesting and I liked the idea you had about ending it as it was her dream but it was going to happen.

    Fronted preposition: Surrounded by where a forest used to stand which since then has been burnt to the ground,

    Relative clause: covered with weeds which try to catch onto my ancient running shoes that are starting to fall apart and the ends of my toes becoming visible.

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  3. Adverbial: the tops of the tallest skyscrapers fading into the thick blanket of fog

    Noun phrase: Our apartment was on the thirty-eighth floor which was about a quarter of the way up,

    I think your story is pretty good but you could expand a bit more on the description of the place for example you could explain what the city was like and explain why you left it.
    You could also add more to you descriptions by adding taste, smell, fell to it.

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  4. Whoah! This is so good, Lib

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  5. Relative clause: covered with weeds which try to catch onto my ancient running shoes that are starting to fall apart and the ends of my toes becoming visible.

    adverbial: the tops of the tallest skyscrapers fading into the thick blanket of fog

    noun phrase: Our apartment was on the thirty-eighth floor which was about a quarter of the way up

    I really like your story, but if you wanted to improve you could tell the reader how it felt to be there by saying how it smelt, tasted, what did you touch, was it cold or hot. Otherwise, I really liked it.

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