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Rated: E · Short Story · Dark · #1620486
dark gloomy vibe, imagine how it would be if a character was lost in a dark stormy night.
It was a dark and stormy night and I was walking alone, drenched wet from head to toe. A gloomy light peeped though branches of the forbidden forest. Where is my knight in shining armor when I needed him? I squint my eyes, trying to focus on the light. It’s the only way to lead me out of this darkness. How long have I been walking? The murky swamp seems to be dragging me down. My knees are trembling, such coldness. The heavy rain is making me sway. Stay focus! I commanded myself.



         How did I get here? Where am I going? All this questions seem to be bombarding my dreamy mind. As I shiver, trying to shake rid all the confusing thoughts, I felt something brushed beneath my feet. I dare not move. I stood still as minutes passed, hoping that the unwelcome guest will leave me. I need to continue my journey. I need to continue it now. I dared myself to move my legs. I took a careful step forward. Nothing…The guest has left me. Journey…when is it going to end? Why can’t I get out of here? It feels like I’ve been walking in circles…



         The storm ended together with my last thought. Two hours passed as I forcefully dragged my sore feet. Then, I felt foot touching dry land. Too dark. I can’t be sure. So I bent down and feel the earth. Warm. I’m glad. I see the light a little clearly now. I rushed over, ignoring everything on my path, stumbling over fallen branches and small stones. The light gets dimmer. Wait! Don’t go! I yelled. I’m coming! Please wait!

         As soon as I reached there, I did a double take. I saw a glimpse of someone sleeping on the floor bed of the forest. Her back was turned towards me. I summoned my courage to go nearer.



         Hello? I said. Erm…are you awake? I asked, inching closer. I realized that she looked quite familiar. I stayed quiet. Seconds after, the oil lamp beside her went out. Blackness surrounds the girl and me. Are you okay? I whispered. No reply. I lightly shook her arm. Hello? Still no reply. My feeling tells me that something wasn’t right.



         The moon shone on Mother Nature’s command. Enough light for me to make out my surroundings. I turned the girl. Her body felt rigid and cold. She is now on her back. My eyes then fell on her exposed stomach. Literally exposed. Dry blood seemed splashed everywhere. The stench of death filled the air. It looked like someone or something tore her open. Her intestines are falling out. Maggots already inhibited that part of her lifeless body.



         Poor girl. I wonder who did this to you…I spoke softly. I looked up to see her face. Lord! Please save me! The glimpse of her sent me flashes of memories running thousands of images per second. It couldn’t be! This is just insane! It’s impossible! The girl, she was me.

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