Running. I was Running. Where? I don't know, away. I was running away, From my problems, from people, from my life. I thought I was safe, but I fell. With a sudden burst of wind I realized I was falling. Falling Fast .
Soon enough it felt as though darkness has swallowed my body whole, trying to protect it. I may have gone unconscious and already be dead, if that forest didn't eat me alive, if I was alive, I'd be dead soon. I did know one thing, this is the end, or is it?
"Welcome, Copy 18." A loud rough voice said, Copy 18? Is that me? "You have entered The Other Side" It then repeats and repeats. each time more rough and glitchy as the others.
The last words I heard before slipping into total unconscious were
"We have been waiting a long, long time."
Of course, This was just the beginning. You can never truly run from problems.
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Songs & Storys
Short StoryAs the title states, I write stories about songs. They are short stories, I write on paper, then pasting it online.
