An old ruin is the location, loneliness is the theme. A mobile phone is an object that plays a part in the story.
The rain had saturated my clothes, my feet pulled up to my chest, my head buried into my knees, I just listened to the sound of the heavy rain as it poured down. The Ruins were keeping me safe from the rain, but not from the howling wind that greeted me with its cold grasp, making me shiver and try and bury myself further into my own body. There was a small buzz and a quick vibration. I almost didn’t hear it, I almost hadn’t noticed it was there, but it was. My hand dived into my pocket and pulled out my phone. 1 new message. I opened my phone the message was from Finn.
‘Where are you?’ Just reading the message filled me up with happiness, which soon faded as the wind came into meet me again and sprayed water on my phone. I covered it up quickly. He was still thinking about me. He still cared. I was alone in the ruin, but I was alive in my heart.
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Short Stories
Teen FictionThis is a collection of the short stories I have wrote... yeah I know short stories can be pretty boring, but I promise you, these ones are pretty good! If you really like them, go check out my One-Shot Book too!
