Sitting alone in a blackened room, the tension grows. The cold slides its icy finger down my back. Goosebumps rise on my arm. I though being alone was going to get me through, but I guess I was wrong. All that waits is an empty darkness that shakes me to my very core. I thought the silence would greet me as a welcome friend. It seems so deceiving now. The space I always dreamed of has turned on me, only to make the thoughts of being alone senile. When did being by myself turn out to be such a burden?
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Kari's Drabbles
Fiction généraleA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
