Hey Pandas, Create A 50-Word Story That Will Leave Us Wanting More

"No! Don't let go! I got you!" She screamed gripping onto my wrist tighter. I grimaced, craning my neck to look down at what lay below me. I felt myself jerk downwards and her hand slipped- I managed to grab onto her fingers just in time. My arm burned, and I tried to reach up and grab the edge but I was too far down, and couldn't reach.
She looked down at me with tears in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering.
I stared at her, our eyes meeting.
"I'll remember you. I promise. Let me go, you'll see." I tried to keep my voice steady but I still sounded scared
"You don't know that," she replied, just as her fingers slipped. I grit my teeth and she screamed, grabbing onto my fingers just in time. I yelled at the pain.
"I promise," I said, tears welling in my own eyes. " Please."
She shook her head, at a loss for words. I nodded.
"It's okay," I whispered, determination overwhelming the fear. Then I wrenched my hand from her grasp and fell.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Asher, Asher ate turkey stew it was her favorite. Ashers mom died in a plane
crash. Asher was at home enjoying herself as hundreds of people were suffering and in pain (including her mom) She didn't even
cry when her mom died. She wasn't sad, not at all, but she knew she was an orphan now. But she could handle it, after all she was 12. It occurred to her that the authorities would come
But when she heard the knock on the door she knew. She knew that it was them. She knew she had to hide, but first she had to grab a notebook
(Sorry way over 50 words but...)

Churchbells ringing on a sunday morning, sun tenderly caressing the skin that‘s starting to bloom to it‘s full rosy appearance. A smile on their faces they walk through the green meadows of this springday; up the hill where the big trees are watching and caring for the world. No sounds...

Struggling to stand she tried to see in vain where it had gone.
Her breath quickened as she strained to listen.
She could hear the faint hiss of the rain barely audible above the roar of her heart in her ears.
Then she heard another sound, freezing in terror she

All of her life, she knew she didn’t belong there. She’d always been different, but learned over the years to bear it in silence. She could never live up to the demands, so just quit trying to fit in, so the words “don’t come back” hurt worse coming from her father.

note(This isn't part of the story):the story is NOT 50 words!

"Well, well, well." The tumbleweed grinned, rolling around. "Look who it is, it's poor old Tom."
The heirloom sighed, this seemed to happen every time. The next thing he knew, Tom figured he was going to get beat up. "Garis, he needs punishment!" The tumbleweed, Salsola, snapped. Garis moved forward with a smirk.

Suddenly, Tom woke up! He'd dreamed about being turned into a down-on-their-luck tomato, again!

It was 3 days since I was lost in Africa with my backpack and a water bottle. I came across a burial ground were some people were chanting with large brown beads and pulled out a coffin from the ground. When it was opened, it was someone I should've never seen. He was dressed in his brown coat and his glasses intact.

PS, this is from a dream I had a few months ago... just gave the cliffhanger part of it

There was that all too familiar smell - a mixture of detergent, rain and ink. "Welcome to St Margaret's!", exclaimed the head teacher, throwing open the doors. The two girls, and their mother entered. The girls were identical, despite being different ages. Standing awkwardly to one side of the head teacher, were two year sixes. One shuffled their feet on the shiny wood floor, the other kept her head down. "So," began the head teacher "what do yo - oh,". They disappeared like a silvery mist.

(This is actually based on a franchise called the Camp Half-Blood Chronicles by Rick Riordan. Sorry, a little over 50 words)
So this is how it was meant to be. All those quests for nothing. Chaos himself was rising from the depths of his realm. Camp Jupiter, Camp Half-Blood both would be destroyed. Legions of monsters were attacking from all sides, assisted by the other Protogenoi. Without demigods, the Olympians themselves would start to fade. The end of Olympus and its legacy was nearing, all unless....

“Mommy, Mommy! Look at the new friend I made!” My daughter, Lucy, said gesturing to her left. “There’s no one there sweetie,” I say. “Now, go and play.” I watch as she runs off to the swings. A few moments later I look up and see her sitting on the swing. Almost immediately, a gust of wind pushes her. I stare in shock—the ghosts.

Not sure it makes the cutoff, but i wrote this story in a pinterest comment section and it blew up lol

"Running as fast as I could! It was chasing me! It knew me! I didn't know it though! I turn the corner to see another one, and another and another! The mirrors shatter! It shattered them! I shattered them. The only one left was me. "

The wind can pick up whispers. And if you listen, really listen, you can catch snippets of what was said. Some things are told on purpose, some others let slip by mistake. Either way the wind will carry the whispers, to the tower on the lake. Where they're written.

"What was that sound?" I asked. My friends didn't answer, and I laughed nervously. "Okay stop, that's actually freaking me out."
I flicked on the lamp in my bedroom, finding comfort in the brightness, even though it was silly. To my surprise I found myself looking at a empty bedroom, sleeping bags and nail polish still scattered across the floor.
"Hello? You can come out now," I said sarcastically, laughing again even though my heart was racing.
Then the door opened.

Fox: It's honestly thinking back on how different things could have been. I mean I really don't care... it just would have been a completely different happiness than it is now.
Question: Are you happy with how things did turn out?
Fox: Well-(laughs)- for all I know things would have ended up the same! I mean I doubt it. Fine, you want an answer? Yes.Yes I am. Sure I've got some issues but, hey, we're all human right? Oh! Wait nevermind.