I stared after the car's dwindling shape before it was absorbed into a sheet of rain. I grabbed a few pine boughs to build a little shelter. Once finished, I coaxed a miniture fire into an unwilling existence. Next, I made a small bed from feathers and dried grass, and sleep enveloped me.
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53 Word Stories
Short StoryStories I've written for competitions. They have been put in the order I wrote them. Keep in mind that I wrote some of these stories when I was little, and haven't edited them at all. These stories are not meant to be based on truth, and are creat...
