My Shadow Monster

My Shadow Monster

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The heavy pouring rain roared against the canopy of ancient oaks and pines, a deafening white noise that swallowed her every sob. Elora stumbled through the undergrowth, but she pulled herself up quickly and started running again. She had been running for twenty minutes. Or maybe it was an hour, she lost track, all her focus was on escaping the monster that had taken over her life slowly and completely, she hadn't even realised it until it was too late. Snap! She heard a dry branch sheltered from the pouring rain snap not far behind her. She froze, her back pressed against the rough, wet bark of a towering tree. She looked left, then right. All she saw were silhouettes of trees that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. Then she heard it, his voicing calling out "Run! Elora Run! Run as fast as you want but there is no way out. I own this land, I own this town, I own you!" A flashlight beam cut through the dark, not searching for her, no, but casually illuminating the path for her, as if he already knew exactly where she was hiding. He was tracking her like a prized animal in a private reserve. And then she felt it, the warm breath on her right cheek. -.-.-.-.- New chapters update every Sunday! ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Highest ranking: #2 in chase #2 in stalker #2 in obsessed #3 in twisted #6 in madlove
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تحتُّ الركام أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها فرحةً لم تكتمل وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض تحتُ الركام قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال تحتُ الركام أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار فأصبحت في سماء النسيان تحتٌ الركام وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها الزمان والمكان فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان تحت الركام ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال تحت الركام حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر

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