A really brief draft but I'll make time to edit and add more details in. Thanx for giving this story a chance xoxo
Lola's quiet advance towards me finally got my attention. Twisting around, I followed behind Wilde upstairs into a room.
"Hurry! We have to get out of here."
Once again I was greeted with the atrocious smell of death. This must be a joke. A sick joke.
I glared accusingly at Wilde and furiously roared, "I'm on the brink of life and death and you lead me back to this blasted place? Of all the rooms you had to pick, it had to be the bathroom?"
"Seriously, this is where I came in. Look over there!" Wilde inclined his head towards the window gap above the toilet.
Nodding in understanding, I slammed the seat shut before leaping on and trying to help Wilde push open the window.
My heart raced when I heard Lola's footsteps inching closer. The nauseous feeling from the storm of butterflies in my stomach was unbearable.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Bang!
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To be Wilde
Short StoryChildhood friends Scottie and Wilde have always had it all: food, freedom and family. The three 'Fs of Life'. But those weren't enough for some troublesome four year-olds. They wanted to travel; to see what lies beyond that forest. Unfortunately, it...
