Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site  Echoes From The
Past  Short story By: Hanna Emelie Flash fiction  The town has
been deserted for a long time. All that's left are echoes from
what once were. I find myself in this dark place, wondering
where I belong.  Submitted:Dec 12, 2013    Reads: 16   
Comments: 1    Likes: 1     It's so quiet. All that can be heard
are the echoes of my steps, the thumping of my heart and the
creaking sound of old wood. Apart from a couple of big ravens,
staring silently at me from the top of a tree, I am alone.  A
cold blast of wind hits me from behind and sends a shiver down
my spine. It's like the city is trying to push me out of there.
I know I shouldn't be here. I am an unwelcome guest, but I hope
that the ghosts from the past will show me mercy. It wasn't my
idea to come here, I let myself be pursuaded by the others. I
never thought I'd be left behind.  Though the city has remained
untouched by mankind for decades, it has not been able to escape
the withering breath