When I woke it was still dark, but that was just from the trees. Through the small amount on sunlight that passed through the dense leaves, I got up. As I stood there, memories of last nights events flooded back to me. Did anyone survive the fire? I ran back towards the home but before I even got there I saw that there was no hope of survivors. I ran faster and faster to get to the place I used to call home. I reached the outskirts of what could hardly be called a village. I reached my house and saw nothing but a wreck of ashes. I kicked a charred log on the ground and a tape recorder became visible. I had no idea how it had survived the fire, but I knew that it couldn't be an accident that I had found it. Who's voice would I hear when I press play? It may be the last time I hears their voice. I picked up the recorded and, my hands shaking, pressed play.
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The Stone
PertualanganThis is my short story for school. I figured that I might as well put it on this so enjoy. A girl had an ordinary life, until everything changes. She is sent a warning but ignores it and devastation follows. As she learns about the powers of the res...
