“These 100 word challenges are the toughest way to write. I found myself almost two hundred words too much again. Alas I removed the unnecessary and I hope you like what’s left!”
‘Yes!’ Nobody’d find me in the roof of this abandoned building.
Well, I made it through the night. Then —
“Alright, boys! do it!” yelled a voice.
Chainsaws cut the building in half; missing my feet by inches. I rolled into a tight corner and watched as the canvas was nailed in place. I was trapped.
Through a gap, I saw my prison loaded onto the white lorry.
‘Where the hell am I going?’ I wondered.
“Windsor Ontario, here we come!” said the driver climbing in and driving away.
“Woohoo! Free ride to Canada. I was escaping America with my loot.”
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