100wc week 17
The Snake Running faster than I've ever ran before, I smashed into the door, not waiting for it to open. I rushed inside and slammed it. "Whats wrong, sweetie?" Asked my mother. "Oh nothing," I puffed. Staring at the clock I remembered It all. The red snake's colours were cycling as it chased me down the street. I remembered the venom dripping from its teeth. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and went to bed. I dreamed about this snake, wondering what was happening to me. . .