Tick
Tock
Tick
T-tock...
Tttttttttttttttttttrrrrrrrrrrkkk...
. . .
"It broke again."
A voice in the distance said.
"How do we fix it?"
Another voice... Sounded deeper than the other. A male?
T-tttttttrrrrkk...
That sound again...
It sounds so familiar...
I open my eyes to see nothing.
Only the colour white.
T-ttttttttrrrrrrkkkk...
That awful sound rings in my ears.
What was that?
I turn to my side sluggishly, like gravity is pulling me down harder, movement was almost impossible.
Where was it coming from?
My eyes...
Am I blind?
There's nothing here.
Only white..
No, it's all metallic..
It's glinting and moving.
Where is the light coming from?
I move my hand towards my face only to realise that I'm the source.
I'm glowing..
My mind is hazy. Everything before this comes back to me in a hazy blur. It hurts..
Knowing everything hurts.
My chest aches, bubbles come out of my mouth as the last memory stays hauntingly in my mind.
A lone broken mirror.
I'm so lost...
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Something Small, Something Simple.
Short StorySomething Small, Something Simple are some small scene I tent to write on Rainy Days. Welcome to my scrap yard of ideas or scenes. This is where small ideas or scenes end up when I can't put them in a personal writing or I just wrote them for fun. I...
