Write Sarah! (South Africa) published:
I climb up the tree, breathing heavily, trembling with fear. Climb, quicker, quicker, bark tearing through my thin skin. I hear it behind me, it's huffing, loudly. Its claws, piercing wood, missing my heels. I'm almost out, at the top. I have no other choice. My dagger suddenly draws. Who shall win? Claw, dagger? Survive.
over 2 years ago