The world was cold and it was dingy, yet through the foggy haze there came a light. It burnt bright orange, but it appeared to be more like the soft glow of an oil lamp rather than the bright white glare of a flashlight. It scene before me was eerie, especially the way the light swayed steadily from side to side as if it was being carried; yet it wasn't moving closer and there was no breeze to ruffle my hair let alone cause an oil lane to sway. There was nothing in this haze except for this oil lamp burning bright out of nowhere, and I was scared. Did I move closer into the lamps glow? did I stay where I was? Or did I turn and run away? I looked around frantically, desperate to see something else, anything. Just white haze. I was completely alone and utterly terrified with nothing but an oil lamp for comfort and looking at it now, even that was going out, even that was leaving me. The lamps glow was slowly fading and I hesitantly started to move towards it. Maybe I should have gone to it sooner. Maybe then I wouldn't have been alone. Maybe then I would have lived.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
