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The Abyss
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Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2016
Mature
"No." Her tone final. Her dark eyes twinkling, she spoke again, her speech soft and tiny against the vast and seemingly limitless night, "I'm scared of Darkness, and that is something very, very different. Darkness is the whispers in the night. Darkness is the monster in the closet, hidden by shadows, hunting its human prey. Darkness is the fervent mutterings of the insane, as only they can see what truly lurks beyond. Darkness is the cries of the dead, who have long suffered from its wrath. Darkness is the unforgiving warrior pitched in an endless battle with the forces of light. It comes and takes everything. The light. The shadows. The joy. The love. It leaves nothing. All who succumb, fall into a never ending dreamless slumber in which they see nothing, feel nothing, and as a result, are nothing. Darkness goes by another name, a better name, its ultimate form. The Abyss."
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Darkness likes to hide in the shadows. Away from any type of light. There is a lot of definitions for darkness. Darkness can mean mystery, shadowy and dark. Everyone wants to know whos side she's working for. ~~~ "I was alone in the darkness so darkness I became." -Darkness "Don't worry I promise to stay in the dark where I belong." -Darkness "This is my darkness. Nothing anyone says can console me." -Darkness "Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide." -Darkness "I like the darkness. There's something to the feeling of not knowing your surroundings, not seeing the color of things as they appear, but as they truly are. There's something about the unknown, the quiet, the cold. There's something unspoken about the dark, something I can never quite put words to. Something terrifying yet beautiful." -Darkness ~~~ "Normal people have no idea how beautiful the darkness is..." -Unknown "All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence." -Sylvia Plath