Some nights I do not close my eyes. I do not enter the dark for hours. I keep my eyes open. Looking. I think through the nights. Sometimes, I whisper very quietly. Not to myself, but to the Others. I know there I more like me — I can feel it inside. “Two, Three, Four…Six…Eight, Nine… this is One.” Five and Seven are not awake. They never are. They never will be. I sense my innards move and shift, but no reply.
“This is One,” I say a little louder. Maybe now they hear me.
Nothing.
Silence.
Alone.
One.
I will never make contact. They will never respond. “I…am not, human…” They will not come to me. And I will not go to them.
Then my eyes close.
Tonight, I enter darkness.
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Creative Writing Collection
Short StoryJust a collection of my 18/23 minute free-writes I make in creative writing class for the first semester c: CWC is also now including 2nd semester work yay :D I hope you enjoy the uber rough work ~
