The rain was pouring as she stood on the edge of the cliff. Her entire body was shaking, since she wasn't wearing anything else than just a short summer dress. Not long ago she finally had escaped from the hoyse that she had been held captive in for so long. She thought about everything that had happened in those two years and started to cry, as she fell down on her knees. A few minutes passed, in which she her knees had become muddy from the dirty sand and rocks. She tried to get back up on her feet and wiped the mud off her dress. She slowly stepped forward and looked down as she took anothet step. And then... she jumped. She felt a hand wrap around her wrist, saving her from death. With all his strenght he pulled her up and held her tight. Both crying they laid on top of each other, shaking in the mud. The rain was pouring but they didn't seem to care. He had saved her. The boy who was held captive along with her.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories that pop up in my mind
ContoThis is a book that soon will be filled with a bunch of short stories I think of, mostly during class. I hope you'll like it :)
