And Then All Hope Was Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Things are not always as they seem - a room that looks dark can hold gold, yet a jeweled treasure box can hold coal. Looks can be deceiving, so observe something inside and out (twice!) before you make assumptions.

Submitted: March 11, 2017

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Submitted: March 11, 2017



Once I walked into a room
It was dark inside, and silent.
So dark the world seemed to be asleep.  
So silence the people seem mouthless.


I turned and felt around
But my hands felt only the air
So thin like a delicate, sheer tissue
Used to wipe a tear from a sallow, frail face.


I turned the other way and sniffed the air
But the cold only left me feeling dry and sick
So sick I lay on the cold, hard ground
Before dying and reaching the fathomless end.


And I fell.  Tripped. Stumbled upon a wall. 
I touched a light switch and flicked it upwards with anxiety.
The light -- oh, the light!  So bright, so cheery! 
The room -- so happy!  So full of hope! 


That is, until I look around. 


And there is no door.

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