Silver sweat beads trickled down his face, the wet shirt clung to his skin. Hearing them behind him, he manouvered skillfully through the maze-like alleys, jumping over the neihbourhood walls, ducking through gaps in fences. His breath grew louder, almost audible now.
A voice rang in his ears "Run dude, faster!"
It gave him an adrenaline boost. He was running faster than ever. What he didn't see was a small brick in the middle of the lane. And he fell face flat on the bare, cold, lifeless gravel.
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"Uggghhhh damn! I die again!" Dev shouts in frustration!
This flash-fiction is an example of Drabble, which indicates a story with 100 words.
