Preview of a story I’m writing
A young man pounded down the street, running as fast as his slim legs could carry him. He wore a white dress shirt with maroon pin stripes under a grey waistcoat that was slightly too small for him. He had on matching grey slacks and a bright green bowtie. His black hair was long and shaggy, it brushed the collar of his shirt and his bangs almost fell to his eyebrows. It had a dark purple tint that was begging to fade over time. He had dip died it against his fathers will and had been extremely pleased with the results. Thankfully, his father let it go.
His grey eyes were wide with fear as he raced down the sidewalk, his converse pounding hard against the pavement. He had been running for a while and his back, armpits, and crotch were sweating porously. His breath came in great ragged gasps as he rounded a corner wear the sidewalk ended and raced up a tree lined side street. Only one street lamp lit the large trees and flat lawns in its yellow glow. This street was different form the other in the small town in which he raced through. It startled the line between the richer part of town and the older rundown area filled with old style farmhouses. The houses here had big lawns that they sat far back in. They were wide houses no more than two stories tall and had small dirty basements unless the occupants themselves had finished them. Most of them belonged to older people who had been in town for generations. No children lived here, despite how close it was to the school.
The boy was halfway down the tree-lined street, exhaustion begging to set in when a shout echoed behind him. A fresh jolt of fear arched through him and he put on a fresh burst of speed.
His hair bounced annoyingly around his head, his lungs ached for air, his legs felt like jelly. Every muscle in his body strained with exhaustion. He pushed himself as hard as he could, as the air the breathed in felt sharp and every part of him painfully ached with exhaustion. Every footfall jarred him and sent strings of pain through his feet. His body felt as if it could no longer go on and would give up the struggle in the very next moment, but he lacked the knowledge needed to stop and the exhaustion that would take him seconds afterward. Finally, he reached the house at the very end of the street it was surrounded by a large gate, the front entrance open. He ran straight into it, only pausing for one second to slam the gait shut behind him.