Six Sentences on Sunday
~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
Something I was working on the other day.
His heart leaped into his throat. He took off like a shot, hopping logs and ducking branches. His lungs burned and his legs ached as he pushed himself faster. He broke through the trees around the dropship as the storm lit up the sky. Lightning crackled overhead followed by a rumble of thunder that shook the ground. But all Bellamy could see were the flames gobbling up one half of the wall.