Darkness consumed her into lumps and pieces. He kicked her out. He kicked them out. He pushed her to her trap; her fear. One which would never let go of her until she rests in peace. Which would never let her escape this prison. The sinly prison of dust and unwantedness. Marked with pure agony in red, she faces her fears. This soulless body of hers would be nothing useful than rags. So she escapes. Travels. But is stopped by the barrier of fate. She falls back down in the abyss of pure torture. Her soul screams for forgiveness as he mercilessly tries to avenge them. Blood leaves her body. She feels the pain. A heart full of love and hope pounded into mush. Fingers broken, eyes pulled out, brain splattered and his name carved. All was left was a shell of beauty at waste and a mind that now knows the truth about reality. She's the spirit inside all of us, that's hidden inside our souls. Fighting to be free.
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The Fighter
NouvellesA short story relatable to most. Of a fighter, fighting to be free. Of a girl, waiting for her time. Of a survivor, wanting to take revenge.
