There was no place left to hide, she thought as she cowered behind her bed, keeping a close watch on her bedroom door. So many voices rang through the halls, demanding her family's death. The sounds of metal clanging would haunt her nightmares for years to come.
Eventually, the fear took over, beating her loyalty to her family into submission. She climbed out of her window, scaling the wall towards freedom, expecting a bullet in her back at any moment.
Somehow, that bullet never came. Somehow, she escaped.
But the fear escaped with her, to never leave her again.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
