Walking into the fresh air my nostrils were attacked by the stench of burning ash and a strong abusive taste filled my mouth. Finally freed from that crowd of smokers I am jostled by a girl who causes my bag to cut painfully into my arm.
Free from the crowds I walk down the empty corridor, my feet shuffling on the tiles as the echo of a woman's high heels bounces off the walls. The smell of freshly painted walls strong and chemical, wafts around me.
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A collection of Short stories
Short Story***Longer pieces at the end (word count in brackets) **** So over the last three years I've been at University completing a Creative writing degree. Over this time I have wrote a lot of short pieces of work (as exercises as well as just for fun) T...
