Short Stories

The gloom

Wow. I'm really happy today. Wonder how long that'll last, heh. Already feel it creeping up.
Thin, deepest black, black fog drifting from its self, no mouth...pure white eyes to contrast of it's being.
Dragging it's shadowed claws along the walls in my head, spreading darkness.
Beautiful...in a way. But deadly.
Times like these it's hard to feel much of anything. You only watch in wonder as everything crumbles around me once more.
I wonder the outcome of this one. I guess I'm used to it.
Causes a push in something.
Something dangerous.
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I forgot why I unpublished this...or never published it.