Tuesday, October 15, 2013

100 Words a Day 409

The bridge groaned before giving out. Joan grabbed the rusty, metal frame, cutting her hands, but managing to hold on as it slammed into the side of the building. She spent a moment collecting herself before attempting to ascend.

Her blood-slick hands slipped and she plummeted towards the nightmares below, catching herself at the last moment on a metal bar.

She heard a frenzy in the darkness underneath that reminded her of sharks in chummed water. Blood ran down her arm, dripping silently into the blackness.

As she struggled to climb, she felt something grab her foot, with sharp teeth.

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