Shadows / Time Of Your Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 23, 2018

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Submitted: March 23, 2018




I sat there in complete darkness, hearing the slow dripping of the blood from the walls. I smelt a smell of the decayed for days on end, and the strange humid and musty feel to the room for much longer. My head was always in a frenzied spin, and it only kept getting worse. The darkness, the smell, the piles of bodies, and the torture of it all was getting to me. However, nothing stood to test my sanity more the the pit that sat at the middle of the room. It looked like a black hole in the middle of the room. The pit filled me with dread, yet always seemed to call me. I heard loud pops and booms from the outside world, like this place was under siege. The room around me started to crumble. The shadows off the wall were begging me to jump. I stared at the pit, and took in a deep breath. They heckled and hollard, and I finally had enough. I jumped in the pit as the walls broke. As I did so, i felt a force tug at my neck and seem to snap it. I stared up at the entrance, and hung there, still wondering if what i had done was what I should’ve done.


Time of My Life

The pain, the agony, the misery was getting to me.

My mind always with me, and it always will stay and sooth me.

Even at the time of death, it will always cling to me

and I will always look by and remember this as the time of my life,

and say goodbye to everyone.


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