Highest Ranking - #37 in Paranormal (08/12/2016)
"A demented angel's journey."
Fate, Destiny, Providence, Future, Chance, or whatever you call it. Destiny is always where we hold on to life whenever it's about to go down. Espec...
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The stars were shimmering so bright while the night can go any darker, A man who had his back on me, looking like a silhouette is standing beside a big dead tree that could be seen in fantasy movies. Those creepy talking trees that moves and has its branches moving like it was their arms.
I was sitting on the ground, leaves crumpling as i'm shifting and standing. The silhouette jerked upon my movements. I needed to talk to him. I needed to ask why he was haunting me at night, especially in my sleep.
He laughed. A monstrous and malevolent laugh that i already heard when he had visited me in my dreams, the other night.
I stopped moving while i stood straight. My feet aching to walk and reach for him, But i was incapable of moving. Again.
"What do you want from me?" That was the only question i could ask. I was afraid that i couldn't have the chance to talk since i do remember how my lips were sewn the last time. But, Tonight has been different. And it felt different. My lips were never sewn nor glued as any form of paste could ever be placed on my lips so i couldn't talk. My lips were free. However, my feet were stuck in a quick sand.
It wasn't the type of quick sand that you can escape from. It's black and I had a feeling this hole wasn't escapable. There was a zero chance of surviving. And, I'm right. I was stuck. Stuck forever.
"You're stuck." The man said stating the obvious, Amusement perceptible in his voice. I groaned, as i was fighting the sand off my feet. Whenever i move, The strength of the black sticky sand just tightens more.This is tricky.
I was pathetically fighting off my feet, The eagerness and hope surviving this trap was overflowing my nerves, Not until i saw the black sand turn gray. It looked like it has dried up in just a second.
