whelve: [ˈ(h)welv, -weu̇v]
v. to bury something deep;
to hide
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I can't remember what exactly happened next.
My mind is flooding with the demons of my own creation.
They are drowning me.
I can't see.
I can't hear.
I can't feel.
The ground is shaking, it's trembling with the weight of countless lost souls seeking for the road out.
I'm grasping,
clutching,
chokin---
"---YOU OKAY? WHAT HAPPENED? "
His face fills my vision, and the monsters vanished, for now. His lips are twisted into a deep frown, the corners bent and warped. His eyes, the dark sapphire jewels, they glitter with drops of unshed emotion.
"I ..."
Why is he still there?
Why isn't he running away, discarding me like the piece of paper that has been drawn and torn so many times it'll never be whole again?
Why is he looking at me as if I matter?
"... fell down the stairs."
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Falling
Short StoryShe thought that wings would allow her to fly. But, she didn't know it stings to have it spread across the sky. So, she finally took a step away from her own hell. With a smile that wept the girl silently fell. ~ A short story of a girl and her...
