Liberty Cherry
Liberty's talent lies in description. She uses lots of detail to create a scene and does not rush the telling even when the character is rushing.
Lena pulled herself out of the water, the cold and slimy drops running down her face. Resting against the tree, she inhaled a huge, meaningful breath that made her insides shudder. She had lost her wig in the water. She swore silently, dragging her numb fingers through her hair, matted with the filthy water.
Her eyes burst open and she scrambled, patting down her trousers that were much too big. It was there. She sighed with relief then took in more air, grateful as the oxygen filled her.
She could hear the men’s shouts so she clambered back on her feet only pausing a second to assess her surroundings. Trees. Go to the trees.
Canine instinct fuelled her as she sprinted toward the protection of the tree line. Run. Run. Breathe. She leapt to the side when she heard the unmistakeable sound of a gun shot. Her head whipped around, the tips of her short blonde hair stinging her face.
The guards were gaining on her. She dragged herself back up, pure terror encouraging her to move, to run, to escape.
Her oversized boots flung out behind her, flying through the air before landing with a thud. She would have stopped and laughed to see such a thing, she thought grimly. If the situation wasn’t so dire.
Another shot whizzed past her, the whistling bullet glinting deadly silver in the fading sunlight. She continued running, in the forest now, cursing as the twigs and roots made her stumble. It wasn’t until her feet collapsed beneath her that she allowed herself to stop. The woods were eerily dark now, her rattling breath the only thing heard throughout the quiet.
Her fingers, shaking with cold and exhaustion, reached into her pocket and produced her prize, her reward from pulling off the biggest heist in history. The pride and joy of her nation: The Queens Ruby.
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Her eyes burst open and she scrambled, patting down her trousers that were much too big. It was there. She sighed with relief then took in more air, grateful as the oxygen filled her.
She could hear the men’s shouts so she clambered back on her feet only pausing a second to assess her surroundings. Trees. Go to the trees.
Canine instinct fuelled her as she sprinted toward the protection of the tree line. Run. Run. Breathe. She leapt to the side when she heard the unmistakeable sound of a gun shot. Her head whipped around, the tips of her short blonde hair stinging her face.
The guards were gaining on her. She dragged herself back up, pure terror encouraging her to move, to run, to escape.
Her oversized boots flung out behind her, flying through the air before landing with a thud. She would have stopped and laughed to see such a thing, she thought grimly. If the situation wasn’t so dire.
Another shot whizzed past her, the whistling bullet glinting deadly silver in the fading sunlight. She continued running, in the forest now, cursing as the twigs and roots made her stumble. It wasn’t until her feet collapsed beneath her that she allowed herself to stop. The woods were eerily dark now, her rattling breath the only thing heard throughout the quiet.
Her fingers, shaking with cold and exhaustion, reached into her pocket and produced her prize, her reward from pulling off the biggest heist in history. The pride and joy of her nation: The Queens Ruby.
Liberty Cherry
