She reached out her hand. It grasped at her sister's for comfort, but the clammy, blood-stained fingers brought none. She stretched upward for her mother, but she was gone too. Finding no one, she screamed again, and the stones around her trembled in response.
Afflicted with despair, drowned in utter loneliness. Her mind was unable to process her actions or surroundings. With every second, the feeling of isolation grew stronger and stronger, crushing her. Her voice increased in volume as it did, far beyond what was normal. The wet and messy hair which had stuck itself to her face and the ground now rose in a supernatural fashion, revealing eyes both sharp with fury and watering in anguish.
The land around her became unrecognizable, disappearing as if to reflect her own consuming rage. She had no one and nothing. Her world was void, so reality followed suit. Trees, rocks, air, and earth vanished. The only thing left untouched was the body of her sister before her.
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Heirs to a Nothing Throne
FantasyA suspicious disaster strands several teenagers midway through their ocean cruise. What initially appears to be an uninhabited island turns out to be occupied by something far worse than humans: a dictatorial civilization of creatures from another w...
