Part of the story im working on. :P

[mrplahay]

I’m running. My chest is tight and sore. Breath rasping and whistling in my lungs. Branches whip against my face. Brambles tear at my legs and arms. There is a voice screaming. Out loud. The sound ripping through the trees, screaming and screaming.

[Janet Snakehole]

Short but sweet I guess.

[beth]

try and vary your punctuation; it'll add effect.