I run frantically, my eyes dully flickering and focusing on different contraptions and buttons. I punch the buttons blindly and heave on different levers, opening various thick glass doors and letting whoever or whatever was in each one escape. I sprint down the dimly lit corridors. Sirens blaring behind me, red emergency lights glimmering in fits of panic. Sweat stings my eyes and drips onto my parched lips. I can hear them yelling behind me, but I keep running, freeing as many as possible, freeing the others like me. And so, I must run. I run and I run. Away from the institution. Away from the place that I use to call home.
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Escaping Taltropolis
FantasyA young woman working for a government organisation discovers the truth behind her work and must choose between doing the right thing and those who she loves. Photo for front cover is not mine, and belongs to the creator of the photograph. However...
