Melissa's breathing finally started to slow.  Looking down at her pockets, she sighed with relief at the pocket-knife she had decided to bring.  Who knows when the man or woman would be back to their apartment or how they would react if they found Melissa.  As Melissa relaxed, she started to take in her surroundings.  What a crappy apartment!! The bedroom she was hiding in had caked dust on everything.  The walls were thin plaster, with gross yellow wall paper falling off of it.  huh! she snorted.  It reminded her of those images on tv of hoarders who can never throw anything away.  There are clothes everywhere combined with books, magazines, used shoes, paper and old food everywhere. She seemed to be standing on an old cereal box with what looked like old lettuce on it.

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I created this blog as a refuge for writers to add any of your unfinished work and get constructive criticism on it.  So feel free to add any of your short stories, poems, etc.

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Marissa turned the corner, and rammed into a fire hydrant.  She didn't even wince as she paced down the street as fast as she could.She heard the familiar police sirens and felt her heart coming out of her chest.  She ducked into an alley, grabbed the first door. locked! She cursed as she grabbed the second door. locked! Marissa was shaking and becoming frantic as she went for the third.  It opened Marissa felt relief wash over her for a second as she ran down the dark stairway.