Somora

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Unconscious
Falling
Falling
Falling
Pain
Death
Another World

With a sick feeling inside my stomach, I floated upwards. Soon I was out of the black pit and on my way to a land called Somora. I didn't know it yet, because I was dead, but there is an afterlife. And you might think that because I am going upwards that I will land in the equivalent of heaven, but you are wrong. And you might think that because Somora is a pretty name that it will be plentiful and beautiful. Again, you are wrong. In fact, Somora is not your dream, it is your nightmare. And because my life before was ruined, my eternal after life will be too.




A spark of electricity flew into my heart, and with a burst of lightning, I was alive again. Wow, what a terrifying dream, I thought to myself; relieved. I got up and went to have a nice breakfast of French toast and bacon to welcome the new month.

My door creaked open to a world unimaginable. At first, I couldn't even believe what a I saw. I was right at the rusty gate to Somora, the worst place imaginable. The sky was a dark shade of gray, and apparently, a full moon was glued to the sky. Everything on the ground was either trash, dirt, or rocks, and nothing grew. Up ahead stood a tall castle made up decaying bricks and what smelled rotting organs.

Quickly, I checked myself. Oh no, all of my organs are gone. In fact, I was a ghost now.  This beginning to an endless life story seemed like it would only be full of tragedy.

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