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Fading Light

Darkness. An empty and infinite nothingness. You get quite fond of it really. Light is only a finite thing, and when you adjust to darkness in the same way eyes do at night, you begin to embrace the dark. My body had boiled, an agony like no other. I've screamed my throat hoarse, leaving only dry raspy whispers escaping teeth bared in pain. I'm beginning to enjoy the darkness, but I'm not ready to completely succumb to it just yet. Those three loathsome little pigs may have bested me this time, but I will return, rising into the vengeful light.

by Gabriel Carslaw (0)
Portree High School, Portree

Competition - Grim Tales

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