Friday, 26 June 2015

Will they make a dog's breakfast of it?

'Far away, but closing in, something shrieked. Something roared. Varjak's heart thudded in his chest as he turned to face it. The shrieking, roaring noise grew louder. It was a pack of dogs, live ones, and they were coming down the road towards him...'



Write the next part of the story, in third person, as the author S.F. Said.

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