I hear the voices, what am I doing here???? Where the hell am I!!!!! What is this?????
Young Aaron, a man around his late twenties by now, laying in the dirt under a grand weight he could not distinguish at first. He could not push up against the due to his body feeling sore. He soon realised the weight that crushed against him were the bodies of dead soldiers over and around him.
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The Lost One
Short StoryThe voices don't go away, they're always around. Aaron Scorch walks through the battlefield lost, he only hears one thing and they grow intense every second. He can't escape them, he can't get out of this seemingly endless field. How does his journe...
