He was strolling in the darkest autumn night; surrounded by mature deodar trees and winds gushing through the streets. He never experienced his heart pound with such heavy bursts. Heavy breathing clearly evident from a distance. His mind unable to comprehend the situation. A soft voice exclaims “It is Fear”.
Here is my fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/