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The only thing I can smell is the fresh stain of copper blood on my skin, the tears running down my face as I try to escape but I can't. God, just please help me, someone please help me. But I don't scream it.
I look around the corner but the monster was gone and just simple disappeared. But when I look the other way, the floor boards break from under me and the nail claws puncture my skin and I try to break free but I can't as it grins at me.
I can't escape but everyday I fight, everyday I lose and give in a little more to it as it try's to steal away my light. I'm falling towards the nightmare but when I look in the mirror.
I am the nightmare. No, please. Anything but this.
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Short StoryThe DRABBLE ... A drabble is a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space. Write a story in any ge...
