Compulsion is what pushed her, maltreated by others but hesitant to initiate. Rested beings show her no empathy; unlike their insipid lives hers was unconventional. To shut her eyes and drift into bliss was only a thing to reminisce. Even if her condition was revolutionary! Still not a soul would be punctilious, there for it was futile. Her stature of life was never to be unmitigated all because something as utilitarian as sleep, was out of reach. No man alive could parry her decision. After all death is just an eternal sleep, so why wait for the desperately needed inevitable.
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Hypnophobia
Short StoryJust a really small story I was given as a challenge from my English teacher to only write with exactly 100 words. This story was written from personal experience. Enjoy.
