Just a little something I've been wanting to write about :P I need a break from my current (major) stories so it's good therapy for me to write things like this every once and a while. Helps the creativity flow :)
Merry Christmas! xx
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It was dark.
The only sounds in the classroom were the tick tocks of the clock and the hum of the A/C. I was alone.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in they came. I didn’t dare move an inch. It didn’t help. One of them found me in my place next to the others, leaning against the wall. He picked me up and slowly, with both—my life flashed before my eyes. I saw the factory and remembered how I was always wondering which box I would end up sleeping in next and the time I was taken by a set of wrinkly, sun-spotted— hands twisted my head clean off. He started to squish my stump of a neck on the wall, smearing my blood everywhere. My blood gushed out of my raw opening as he pressed my wound over and over again on the white canvas of the wall. He spoke in an alien tongue that translated into warped symbols of an ancient script I could not and would not care to understand. After what seemed like days, he put my head back on and they left the room, turning the lights off as they went, leaving me alone in the dark yet again. The air reeked of a low odor left by the macabre that had just occurred.
Nobody knows the troubles I’ve been through as an Expo marker.
