The warm night wraps me in a familiar embrace, lulling me to sleep with its false lullaby. Only to be ambushed by the nightmares that spring from the dark, born from the depths of my subconscious. My every fear, shapeless figures latching themselves onto me, dragging me down. Threatening to swallow me up until I suffocate from the weight of my pent-up emotions. I try to break through to the surface to draw in a desperate breath but another wave piles on. I sink slowly, the light fading to a faint glow. The warm night wraps me in its familiar embrace, lulling me to sleep.
105 words, I tried but I cannot bear to part with any of the words. If you wish you may disregard the last sentence, although I have great affection for this cyclical style of writing.
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100 word stories
General FictionNew series designed to keep me writing. stories created with 100 words or less. Hope you enjoy. Recommended age: 16+. Can deal with dark topics.
