I walked down the hallway, staring dead ahead at the heavy metal doors. They were split down the middle by a small crack of light that made me want to throw them open, but I couldn't get caught, not now. A low infinite whistling filled the hallway like a million ghosts were trapped in the walls. I opened the door. Even though the rusty hinges ground against each other the hallway remained eerily silent. An unseen breeze whisked the tiny wisps of hair off my forehead. I stepped access the threshold slowly, relishing the unseen breeze, the only semblance of freedom I had felt in a long time.
This new hallway was white as an asylum. It branched in every which way, curving off into a hidden maze of rooms. As I took another step I could feel the smooth grime stuck tight to the tiles. The metal door closed softly behind me, leaving me with only the low whines of the ghosts in the walls.
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Tidbits And Such
DiversosSometimes I just put words on a page and call it writing. I figured that I'd put those pages somewhere. They're just really short little "tidbits" that I write for no other reason than I wanted to. Some are light, some are dark, and they're all pret...
