Soul Seekers: Chapter 4
I searched the room for a chance to escape. A door was on the far wall. No, I could get into big trouble for that.
My lungs pounded at the air inside them. Risking revealing my identity, I bounced a glance over my shoulder. It bounced back. The hero was already about seven steps from my rescue.
The far door it was. I leaned toward it and let my left ankle glide behind my frantically limping right foot. The door handle crushed downward beneath my fingers. One swift twist and I was concealed again behind a more conveniently opaque door. My lungs heaved out a sigh of relief and I rested myself against it. My pulse was banging in my stomach.
Voices bubbled buisily from behind the door. I picked out the lady who worked in the office, Laura’s, timbre. It flailed obnoxiously in high pitches. Next came a lower, richer voice. I recognized this one too. It was Plex, probably investigating my dissappearence.
I hope you continue to write creatively – here on this blog and in your life in general. You really have a strong aptitude for it and could make an excellent living doing so.