Chatterbox: Inkwell

Not really a NaNoWriMo, but I'm going to play along and write a story in a month and all  that... Admins, did you not get my earlier post? was there something wrong with it? Can I try again?

okay, heres and excerpt... very short.

The pressing, impenetrable darkness smothered Aaron. His lungs begged him to stop running, but he could not. Somehow running gave him hope, and he, enkindeled in it, kept his stamina. Though it was getting harder for him to breathe normally, he pursued the fleet-footed hope and raced after it like a hunter chases its prey, though in reality, he was the one running for his life.

Katie, I think I ever saw your earlier post--sorry! This is fine, though! :)

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