It burned.
Everything burned.
For revenge
For a way to escape the prison.
For a way to escape.
Looking for a way out
a shaft of light
the glint of a knife.
it gleamed.
and a smile tugged lips back.
curled with demonic interest.
fingers gripped around it,
eye twitching
mind being ripped
ripped away from it's place seemingly
working.
It was dark.
the only light was the
glint of the knife
Feet are pulled,
ripped
like mind
feet are pulled outward,
escape.
escape.
escape.
escape.
escape.escape
escapeescapeescapeescapeescapeescapenow
out.
out.
stumbling.
happiness in hand,
mind ripped away,
feet possessed,
and sanity
not far.
Feet dragged
dragged to the sanity
The sanity that could purify.
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Short StoryA collection of intense third person perspective stories. Either based on real events or entirely fictional.