Lost as a snowflake in the ocean

Lost as a snowflake in the ocean

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 1, 2016
A blood thirsty scream, a suicidal blood splatter, a choking stench, a gruesome taste, a trembling corpse abadababdabada I'm gonna stop myself right here because I don't even know what I'm writing. PS this is a nice scary story It's gonna make you fall asleep in the middle of a dark, frosty, dirty, desolated, diabolical (and other adjectives found on Internet) forest, trying to get away from ugly sparkling vampires who can't climb trees so you're obviously in a tree, surrounded by the twisted, finger-like branches, holding your phone and reading this awesome story. Trust me, you'll not get scared... unless you're reading carefully. So good job with that! Give it a try, it can not be more pathetic than the title, right? Just kidding, it's so fetch!
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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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