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Sweat dribbled down the side of his face, the soaked tunic adhered to his chest. Blood was pounding in the ears, making him turn around every other minute.
Tick, tock.
Fastening his pace, he turned the corner in the blood-ridden street and ran head fast into another of the headless.
No, no. Please go away!
Turning the other way, his legs flew over the cobblestones and the gore scattered all over them. Flames were spewing out of the windows and the stench of charred flesh churned his innards.
Tick, tock.
What is this sound?
A hand reached out, blackened and shriveled up, and caught hold of the tunic. Panic surged through his veins at the sight of it.
Run.
He took off again, the eyes of the burnt woman being embedded into his memory.
What is all this?
Lost.
Tick, tock.
Music, metallic, asudden, blared from one of the cracked, earthen walls and his pace slowed.
Hello! Is anybody there?
Echoes, everywhere.
Where in the world am I?
Truth or dare?
Who is this?
Tick, tock.
STOP!!
Turning around, the dead end resurfaced, and the howling grew.
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Hayle broke into a sweat and screamed into the pillow muffling his breath and everything else in between. The eyes hovered above him menacingly. . .
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Delusions, delusions.
What did you think about this one? Comment and vote on if you think I should continue.
BTW, I am kinda running out of ideas. A little help here please? Tell me in inbox, or here about any topic you want me to write in. I am exploring through all the genres and categories and I would really appreciate your help.
Love, Rehnuma.
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FALL • compilation •
Short Story✔️ fall / fɔːl / [noun] - an act of falling or collapsing. ✔️ compilation / kɒmpɪˈleɪʃ(ə)n / [noun] - collection, assortment. w a r n i n g : This story contains certain chapters based on delusionary behaviour. And yes, of course, write-ups that re...
