The sound of footsteps echo throughout the halls, chilling our bones.
Don't flinch
God, don't flinch.
My heart racing , I wrap my arms tighter around my knees.
Footsteps echo loudly.
Don't
Flinch.
I look to her, across the room, confused and scared.
The sound of men upstairs, yelling shakes my very skull.
I want to cry. I want to cry. I want to cry.
The cold cement presses against my back, slightly arched, too scared something will come crashing into the wall.
Silence.
We hold our breath, anything could give us away.
We hide from the monsters that we hope we won't become.
Don't flinch. Don't breath.
The door to the basement creaks open.
The floor shakes, a child cries, its mother hurrying to hush it.
Footsteps echo, closer each second.
The walls shake.
The roof caved, we all cried.
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Short Stories
PoetryHey guys! This is a book that contains short stories, inspired by 6 word poems. My good friend and I are "collaborating" so check out her stories with these same poems, and check out the original ones on her page!
