Driven…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

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He always ran so fast that everyone marvelled at the fleetness of his feet.

They all thought he was a champion and admired him.

No one had an inkling that he was trying to outrun the demons that taunted him.

He ran, and ran until he could no longer hear their snarling voices.

Once his steps faltered, they came nipping at his heels; he just had to keep running…

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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20 thoughts on “Driven…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

  1. Hi Jacqueline, you always employ the element of surprise and leave me wanting to know more. I feel really sorry for him and I hope this is not some prophetic insight into the soul of Usain Bolt! (Lol)

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  2. Wonderful story Jacqueline. I hope one day, these are demons he an beat instead of run from. Exercise can be hardwork but should be for joy, not for running away from what haunts you. Great metaphor here.

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