Slipping on her tattered canvas shoes, she pulled the door open, it creaking as it moved. She hissed at the door for being so loud, but proceeded to leave. She got to the front gate, looked both ways, figuring out which way to go, and then sprinted to the right, her heavy backpack weighing her speed down. She got a few streets away, puffed, and started to walk. She walked for another, not yet at her destination. She sat down on a corner of a street, resting, when she heard her phone ring. She checked the caller I.D; her mother. She declined the call and sighed, standing, and returning to her long walk.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
