Wrote this when I was very young so it is of very low quality. I considered continuing it as its own story, but then I realised I didn't want to waste my time developing it when even the concept itself is awful. But here it is anyway.
A cold wind blew across the deserted street. The last street lamp flickered, then went out, plunging the street into complete darkness. A small, quick movement was only just visible through the dim glow given off by the moon and the pale light shining through a crack in the curtains covering the window of a bedroom where a small girl was sitting, miserable and confused. She wasn't really paying attention, but saw the snap of movement out of the corner of her eye.
The movement was, in fact, a lion that had escaped from the zoo where it was held in captivity just a few moments earlier. It was an intelligent lion, for it knew that it only had a few hours of full freedom before the zookeepers realised that he was gone. The lion nipped around a corner, but all it saw was a white streak zooming above it until its vision faded to black.
This was the beginning.
The beginning of the end.
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My Short Stories
Storie breviI'm just going to shove all of my short stories here. Trigger warning for almost all of them. I don't own any of the images used, including the cover. 1)Betrayal 2)Trick or Treat 3) Reality 4)Haunted 5)Overshadowed 6)My Favourite Place 7)Beginning O...
