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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
a story

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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Well this big, ugly, vile monster of filth keeps spewing me down into this hole. She shuts me down. She forces me to the bottom, and I climb and climb and as soon as I near the top she tricks me back to the bottom. She extends her hand and offers a way out, and as soon as I reach for it she pulls back and I slam back to the bottom, every time deeper than the time before. I see the sunlight at the top, but also I see that vile grey shapeless thing, lurking and stalking and waiting. But now I have realized, I am stronger than this thing! I am fucking strong!!! I feel something, something growing. A strange itching in my back, and everyday it itches more and more until one day the flesh rips! And just as I think I am wounded I realize I am growing my wings! No longer do I need to reach out to this thing to escape. It is only a matter of days until I can fly. Now it is time to fly! Fly high into the sunlight until the sun sets and we fly to the moon.

 


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