I lay within the ground, the monster has disappeared a while ago. I do not know where it went, yet I was conscious of every moment. Strange, I feel at peace this time. I still remain blind, no white body, just darkness. I still lay to think of what had happened. Where am I? I can only think, yet to never move. I can feel a hand being pressed up against my face, a soft touch of motion. Love, sorrow, I cannot tell. It felt, normal. My emotions cannot spring up, for now, I can only lay to where I had fallen in the tackle. It was only silence that flooded my ears, it felt good not to hear those monsters. Let me rest, I need it. Another hand, soft upon contact but rough around its movement was placed upon my stomach and spine. This felt natural, I wanted no struggle of it. In this instant, I was pulled, sucked down from the hands of the unknown. "Comprehension is only of what you make of it Isaac. You are useless so I will mold you into my own piece of glory." I fall without worry, with grace, and without a care. I smile to where I am headed as I laugh to where my mind has become of rot. This is the pull, to where many have fallen. Yet to my lonely path, I will take what I have become. To what I have created, this is my downfall.
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Downfall
Short StoryHelp me! I've been trapped within this forest of insanity. These things keep attacking me, these creatures within this deep dark abyss. I have seen many of them within my days of running. None of them are human, not even close. They seem to speak wi...
