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Fallen Footsteps

Fallen Footsteps

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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, May 8, 2015<5 mins
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Fallen Footsteps... As his head hits the ever violent pillow, he hears the ghostly marching of memories crashing through his head, disturbing the way he thinks. Every night the same. He has had several hours sleep in a torturous week, or had it been two. He can taste the sand and dirt of the past as he tosses and turns restlessly. Hearing the deathly silent shouts and cries of the fallen. He can feel the cool sweat from his brow feeling remarkably like the thicker red substance that had escaped a friend after a fiery metal embrace. He can smell the non existent aroma of sulphur in every room, unable to escape the days of lies. The fallen footsteps of many thundering through the halls of his possessed, trapped mind. As his head hits the ever violent pillow, he hears the ghostly marching of memories crashing through his head, disturbing the way he thinks... ... Every night the same
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A cool breeze nipped at your exposed legs, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. You were curled into your comforter, comfy and safe, your cheek pressed against your pillow. Lips pursed and a small amount of drool seeping into the fabric. A creak came from the corner of your room, slightly rousing you from your slumber. You glanced around, your drooping eyelids barely taking in the scene. In your sleep riddled state, you didn't see him, his large figure stalking towards you. The whites of his eyes shining in the moonlight, it wasn't until you felt a palm slide up your side. Following the natural contours of your body, the emanating from it lulling you to sleep once again. A dip in the mattress, the springs creaking under the weight. Hot breath fanned over your neck, soft lips pressing onto the back of your ear. A deep hum filling your senses, you sighed. Cuddling back into the figure, wanting to get closer to the warm entity. A low chuckle sounded behind you, and then... Nothing.

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