NOTES - Hey, This story is full of suspense and mystery as the plot unravels slowly. I wanted it to be different than the other stuff I'm writting, to try a different style. Please give it a chance and the plot that keeps you guessing WILL make sense..
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Frozen
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.
Poem by Emily Dickinson
Lilith's POV
-The Void -
I was falling in spirals, twirling like a whirlwind, the dizziness was overwhelming, everything was blurred and ghostly.
I couldn't see clearly. It was too blurry, like moving mist. Everything was set to fast forward. My eyes couldn't focus. I felt blind.
Pain seared through my body like an electric shock. I wanted it to stop.
It did.
Nothingness, sweet nothingness.
I felt something warm against my forehead, against my cheek, sensations dragging me away from my void of emptiness. I didn't want to leave. It was peaceful here...
There.
I had no control now. The scream escaped my lips, sending vibrations throughout my body. Air caught in the back of my throat choking me.
I spluttered coughing, something stroked my back, putting an end to the coughing, the sensation felt nice.
I could see now, see him. He was smiling down at me.
But who was he?
A tiny speck of water fell from his messy black hair onto my forehead, he wiped it away gently with his fingertip.
He was holding me, cradling me like a baby in his strong arms. His eyebrows were arched, his grey eyes burned into mine intensely.
I parted my lips to speak but I couldn't find any words, instead a little air escaped my mouth, a tiny gasp.
"No, don't do that to me again, stay awake!" he spoke firmly, his voice cracking with fear as his eyes widened in shook.
Then the emptiness returned and he was gone.
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Frozen
ParanormalFrozen is a chillingly descriptive supernatural story full of suspense and mystery. It has been written in such a way that the plot unravels slowly, effectively leaving the reader curiously wanting more as they attempt to piece together the subtle c...