The air was hot, but a weird chill in the air. The help was unreal and in the end undeniable. A chill at 150 degrees excited us all! If the tribe could only find it. It had to be in the ground or one of the trees around. the feared it would anger the sky above in a vicious manor. A beep from the bush left it surrounded. With the words of the old way.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Allison
In the wake of another morning as the world grows on I try to bring different views or alternatives to life that comes from different parts of the world as well as heart spelling stories that exercises your mind.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Jeffrey Allison and writers in Fiction and other communities.
A Girl Forgotten
_Gunshot "It's early." He said to himself. He was out of town walking through the ally way to get there quicker. The shortcuts he took made it easier to live his life. He knew how to save and how to build. He needed to survive or something according to advice. The gunshot was to quick as he started to limp. He had to run he made it to a sewer drain. The water was going around him the smell unbearable. He couldn't help, but start to fall asleep. The sirens rang red with melancholy in the drifting night air.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.