I feel like
crying.
I haven't felt like that
in a long, long
time.
The King
says something
but I'm not listening.
I'm not doing anything.
I am
the Black Zone.
He should not
be able to
do
this.
Whatever it is
he did.
I want to
kill him.
I could.
I killed my kingdom
after
he
died
because of her.
I killed
her.
I can kill
him.
I want to.
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Black Zone
Short StoryA King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}
