Black. Everything is black. I'm burning up. My hand is on fire. I try to open my eyes, to talk, move, or hell anything besides laying here falling deeper and deeper into this abyss. I can hear movement, little crackling sounds; like someone set charcoal on fire. It's hurting my ears. Someone cool down the damn fire, it's hot as balls in here. I push myself to try to move my finger, or at least twitch so I know I'm alive, but nothing is happening, so I lay here and fall deeper and deeper into insanity land.
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It's still black but it is different this time there's a little light showing. "I think it's called opening your eyes," I think to myself. Squinting at the bright light I say, "Turn the damn light out." But here's the thing, there's no light coming from the light bulb. I look to my side slowly- because I'm still in pain- and see this glowing alien I saw the other day. Since I'm going crazy anyway I say 'what the hell' and speak to the alien object, "Can you turn your glow off, Sir?"
He answers by becoming darker and mumbling, "Sorry." Damn if his voice isn't the deepest I've heard.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm not aloud to say, I was just making sure you were okay, I must blink now. Goodbye my moon." And the only thing I have to say to that is, "What the actual Hell."
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Sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Crescent Moon. Stupid name I know. Where it came from, well don't ask me. I'm 23 years old, I live in Boston. No, I'm not a Red Sox fan. My house is an old, creepy, one bedroom apartment, that also happens to be on the 13th floor. Room 1313. And for the past week, I have no clue what happened in that time. So far nothing to interesting has happened but, I have a feeling that's about to change.
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Spitting Fire
FantasyDo you ever get a feeling, knowing that it's going to be a bad day? That the world is going to turn up side down, that you've lost everything the moment you woke. I was walking down this alley on my way back from work when this guy comes from the...
