Months and months.
Six? Yes, six.
Six months... Six WHOLE months.
Six WHOLE months in the SAME dead maze; half of those unmoving, peaceful- a time of contentment. Three remain; half of the remains is doubt- questions, questions, questions. The remaining overall quarter: my escape- running, hiding, escaping.
I'm free.
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Doors
Short StoryA short Science Fiction story of Mysterious never ending corridors. Thousands of doors. Which to choose? Spot the metaphor.
