Its been dark for as long as I can remember. The others, the older ones, would tell stories of sunsets and something called grass. They explain it so vividly its as if I could touch it. But I can't. We are locked away in a dark place that they named The Cave. I wish they were still here, but now its just me. We have a few lightbulbs to light the floor and walls, but no doors in sight. We sit around every day, just talking, nothing else. Though, every day at a certain point everything goes blank. Every morning I wake up with new clothes, fed, washed and no memory of any of it. I can remember every day until that point. But one by one they have been disappearing, when we wake up they just aren't there anymore. We thought that it was after a certain age that we would disappear but then the youngest left. Now we don't know what to expect. But there isn't a we anymore. They all left. All of them. And now every day, I sit against the wall and try my hardest to remember what I was taught. Of course I was lonely but every day was a day closer to disappearing and being with the rest of them. So I sit and imagine what grass felt like.
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The Sun
Non-FictionA girl is in the dark for forever, until she finally gets out to a wonderful world. But then things start getting suspicious and she has to find her friends before something bad happens.
