I lay down in the snow with Akira close to my side. Her soft muzzle presses into my chest and a salty tear slides down my cheek. ‘What are we doing here girl…?’ I ask her, in regret. She whimpers beneath my arms. My chattering teeth inside my mouth tell me that this was not a good Idea. We should go back, but how? School camp seemed like the best moment to disappear, to run away and not come back. If we go back now, the teachers will be furious for sure. I just don’t know what to do. Akira stares into my tearful eyes with her big, brown, all-knowing, super sense. I close my eyes and try to sleep, using Akira as my warmth and me as hers. We aren’t going back; it’s just not good enough for what it’s worth.
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Creativity (mini saga collection)
Short Story'Creativity (mini saga collection)' is a collection of lots of little short stories that i have written. They are mostly fitted to the criteria of exactly 50, or exactly 200 words. I will be constantly updating this between now and the end of the ye...
