One Shots, Poems, and Scenes

Darkness part one:

This has two parts and is very short, you have to put the pieces together to figure out the story.

Trigger Warning: character death-ish

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Darkness. It's the only thing my eyes seem to be able to produce. I knew I wasn't blind. I remember, once upon a time, watching my mother dancing around the kitchen, cooking breakfast, while singing loudly to Ginny Blackmore. I remember watching my father build a small tree house in the backyard and his proud smile when he had finished. I remember coloring the hallway walls with dozens of different colors while my twin brother colored the doors when we were younger. I remember how red my father got trying to keep from laughing when my mother saw our artwork. I remember all this and more, now all I can see is endless darkness. But I promise I'm not blind. No, I'm trapped in a wooden box six feet under ground. Where no one can hear my screams.