As you run through the forest, gasping, you feel as if it's trying to capture you: branches whip at your arms and face, stinging, and all sorts of roots and rocks leap into your path. The trees move every time you blink, so you try to force them open even as the wind rips tears from the corners. Darkness presses in on all sides, and past the sounds you make, there is only deafening silence. You swallow and pump your arms, trying desperately to run faster - but a rock catches you off guard, sending you sprawling.
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
