(OLD) The Soul Plane

(OLD) The Soul Plane

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 28, 2025
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Fiction
Fantasy
**** finds themselves in a realm, one which they do not know how they got there. **** soon learns more about this place and realizes they need to escape. NO. MATTER. WHAT. But what is this place? Will **** escape and find out what this place truly is? Or will **** die here, never to find enteral peace. This is a first person story, and the main character is non-binary, using they/them pronouns. I may not update this story from time to time but I will try my best to update. If you'd like to use my work in any way, please contact me. (Are my eyes betraying me? How the heck did this get to #12 on Bit?)
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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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