oblivion

oblivion

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione ven, feb 2, 2018
below the starless and moonless night was a cathedral in ruins. shards of stained glass sliced your toes as you walked on through the ominous, dark night. suddenly, the night began to churn and the whispering shadows screamed as night became day. the sunlight burnt your skin and beads of sweat fell onto the skin that hugged your bones. razor sharp claws poked your neck, barely stabbing it. a mysterious man with red eyes aflame looked at you straight in the eyes, freezing your already fast-beating heart. the shattered glass tinkled as they shook in fear and the cathedral groaned in agony. "and why is it that you're in hell, little one?" ➢filled with poems and short little stories in the point of view of no one in particular. ➢lowercase intended!!! ➢cover credits to melisa, known as @Spirit-Law
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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