Written by
Droogon
Tw: Dark thoughts (Idk if I gatta put a trigger warning for this but ima do it anyway)
As the sun breaks the soft white clouds, a man emerges from the houses door. He's been doing this everyday now, repeatedly over and over again but he doesn't argue or question it. At this point its just a normal Tuesday for him. One day he just woke up here, at first he was scared because who wouldn't be. The man didn't know how he got there or what even happened before that. He remembers how when he first woke up here there was nothing but an average sized home and a small skinny tree, by now it had grown to great size and gave him protection from the blazing sun. He doesn't know if he is happy here or not. He doesn't feel anything anymore, its been years now and at this point he doesn't think anyone is looking for him. At first he thought the ladder next to the house led somewhere but it doesn't, as soon as it hit the clouds it seemed to just disappear like it was taunting him, making me think that there is a way out but there isn't. There are planes from time to time that pass, he jumps and waves to get their attention but they don't seem to notice him. The sound of a plane whooshes by him, he doesn't move or flinch, he doesn't jump or try to make himself known because he knows even the planes don't see him. The more he thinks about it he realizes how weird that must have been, how would that get him home anyways, not like they could land on the island that is built on stacked rocks. Its night now, he sleeps here, in the small house, it isn't comfortable, not even a little but he has gotten used to it. The man sighs as he gets into the thin blankets, not even thick enough to be called a blanket; it was more of a long sheet of paper. The man closes his eyes...he hopes not to wake up the next day, he misses his friends, family, and his dog.
A/n: This was something I wrote for my class and was pretty proud of...so yeah hoped you liked it. Also sorry for disappearing technically I wasn't in school during summer soooooo 🗿
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