The water is cool against my ankles, the sand soft between my toes. I walk forwards the water slides up my leg, it grips my waist then crawls its way up my chest. It cools the burning skin on my neck.
I hear my mothers call and I make my way back to shore, adrenaline still rampaging through my veins.
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Little stories
Storie breviA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
