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Temperatures rised high up, flakes of skin crisping around me. I lie in darkness, surrounded by the pit of skeletons and freed souls. Sparks of fire crackled beneath my legs and spine effortlessly. I was in the more-realistic version of hell. And it hurt.
It hurt my heart to hear and feel screaming yet I couldn't see the pain, which hadn't really made things better or worse. It did not hurt to feel fire which I did not understand. I felt it but it was- it was ice cold. I knew it was fire, but it hadn't felt the part. I wished I could see. I didn't die from the fall, but my sight was lost.
I want to die. I want to see. All these things were killing me.
I spun around to nothing, exactly- wishing to get a glance of the state I'm in. My eyes couldn't see.
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Struggling to move among the bones off the ground, I led my sightless mind to an endless forward. My neck felt dirty, and each time I reached to feel it, pieces of something would flake off. My hands had done the same to eachother. I kept walking, barely getting anywhere without stumbling, in this pit. I was blinded, but I knew what was around me.
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Ice To Crash
HorrorThis is the untold story of how a fantasy became reality in a few forbidden words. And once they all realized, they were in too deep to run back, but too tired to go forward. Tyler needed help, so he helped himself. Or maybe he helped another, that...
