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"What's wrong with you?" I look up, and shrug at the boy standing before me. "You don't know what's wrong with you?" I open my mouth for the first time, the words that come out are "No. I just feel strange." "Well, we have Science next. That may not help." I walk further into the shadows, hands in pocket; head hung low.
Know that feeling you get? That feeling where you are simultaneously tired and still very awake. The one where you are both ill and well. That is the same feeling I get- morning after morning. It starts off with massive weights of wood- my mornings- cut down into innocent looking items. Then, hours of torture. Every single week day. On special occasions, all souls are free. Although, the wait for suffering draws near.
That same girl, now there are more. All taunting me with their tantalizing beauty. How can they multiply like this, when all were here before? Time draws closer to the end of the day. Closer to darkness.
As I enter the door to darkness, I realise it will only get darker. There is a small box- and as I reach down to pick it up, the darkness closes in. What is happening? Is there some evil presence sleeping within the box? Could it be that this box is a gateway to the very depts of the darkness itself? I must find out, but not here; not where the darkness can possibly give this very box the power it needs. I must leave- NOW! As I exit the darkness, I can see a small fairy flying away. This could a sign, I must follow it!
Where has it gone? Where am I? All is light, there's the fairy. It appears to be changing to a red beast. The place immediatly fills with darkness. I must open the box. Light again, gleaming from the box this time. It must have been my trust. I believed the box could save me- and it did.
I am in a room. Sat in front of a different box now. A fantasy world. I shall call this world: "the world where darkness dies"
Know that feeling you get? That feeling where you are simultaneously tired and still very awake. The one where you are both ill and well. That is the same feeling I get- morning after morning. It starts off with massive weights of wood- my mornings- cut down into innocent looking items. Then, hours of torture. Every single week day. On special occasions, all souls are free. Although, the wait for suffering draws near.
That same girl, now there are more. All taunting me with their tantalizing beauty. How can they multiply like this, when all were here before? Time draws closer to the end of the day. Closer to darkness.
As I enter the door to darkness, I realise it will only get darker. There is a small box- and as I reach down to pick it up, the darkness closes in. What is happening? Is there some evil presence sleeping within the box? Could it be that this box is a gateway to the very depts of the darkness itself? I must find out, but not here; not where the darkness can possibly give this very box the power it needs. I must leave- NOW! As I exit the darkness, I can see a small fairy flying away. This could a sign, I must follow it!
Where has it gone? Where am I? All is light, there's the fairy. It appears to be changing to a red beast. The place immediatly fills with darkness. I must open the box. Light again, gleaming from the box this time. It must have been my trust. I believed the box could save me- and it did.
I am in a room. Sat in front of a different box now. A fantasy world. I shall call this world: "the world where darkness dies"
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"What's wrong with you?" I look up, and shrug at the boy standing before me. "You don't know what's wrong with you?" I open my mouth for the first time, the words that come out are "No. I just feel strange." "Well, we have Science next. That may not help." I walk further into the shadows, hands in pocket; head hung low.
Know that feeling you get? That feeling where you are simultaneously tired and still very awake. The one where you are both ill and well. That is the same feeling I get- morning after morning. It starts off with massive weights of wood- my mornings- cut down into innocent looking items. Then, hours of torture. Every single week day. On special occasions, all souls are free. Although, the wait for suffering draws near.
That same girl, now there are more. All taunting me with their tantalizing beauty. How can they multiply like this, when all were here before? Time draws closer to the end of the day. Closer to darkness.
As I enter the door to darkness, I realise it will only get darker. There is a small box- and as I reach down to pick it up, the darkness closes in. What is happening? Is there some evil presence sleeping within the box? Could it be that this box is a gateway to the very depts of the darkness itself? I must find out, but not here; not where the darkness can possibly give this very box the power it needs. I must leave- NOW! As I exit the darkness, I can see a small fairy flying away. This could a sign, I must follow it!
Where has it gone? Where am I? All is light, there's the fairy. It appears to be changing to a red beast. The place immediatly fills with darkness. I must open the box. Light again, gleaming from the box this time. It must have been my trust. I believed the box could save me- and it did.
I am in a room. Sat in front of a different box now. A fantasy world. I shall call this world: "the world where darkness dies"
Know that feeling you get? That feeling where you are simultaneously tired and still very awake. The one where you are both ill and well. That is the same feeling I get- morning after morning. It starts off with massive weights of wood- my mornings- cut down into innocent looking items. Then, hours of torture. Every single week day. On special occasions, all souls are free. Although, the wait for suffering draws near.
That same girl, now there are more. All taunting me with their tantalizing beauty. How can they multiply like this, when all were here before? Time draws closer to the end of the day. Closer to darkness.
As I enter the door to darkness, I realise it will only get darker. There is a small box- and as I reach down to pick it up, the darkness closes in. What is happening? Is there some evil presence sleeping within the box? Could it be that this box is a gateway to the very depts of the darkness itself? I must find out, but not here; not where the darkness can possibly give this very box the power it needs. I must leave- NOW! As I exit the darkness, I can see a small fairy flying away. This could a sign, I must follow it!
Where has it gone? Where am I? All is light, there's the fairy. It appears to be changing to a red beast. The place immediatly fills with darkness. I must open the box. Light again, gleaming from the box this time. It must have been my trust. I believed the box could save me- and it did.
I am in a room. Sat in front of a different box now. A fantasy world. I shall call this world: "the world where darkness dies"
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