Short Story · Writing

The Nightmare: A Short Story

She heard the footsteps behind her. Her pulse quickened. Her mind raced.
Her heart beating in her ear.
She started to panic.
The footsteps started to get louder. Echoing off the walls.
The hallway becoming longer with every step she took.


Her blood pressure started to rise. Fear rumbled in her chest. She tried each door, but they were all locked.
The footsteps growing louder still. She had no way out.
Bile rose in her throat. No longer capable of escape,
She turned in anticipation of the “thing”.


She steadied herself. Fingers itching. Fear drained from her body. She felt nothing but cold fury. Far too long had she run from it. Her brow sweaty. Her lip curled in anguish. She was a formidable beast. Finally at long last the creature appeared in front of her. All of her life she had hid from it. Too weak to fight it.


But here, at the end of the line, she made her choice. Her last stand. It roared at her. Lunged at her with razor sharp claws. She didn’t move. She held her head high. She took a deep breath.
“I am not afraid anymore.”

And then she opened her eyes.

“The Nightmare”

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