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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


I opened the door. There was no one making a sound. The panic in my heart grew exponentially. It wasn't a friendly vibe. No no no. The hallucinations of death were inevitable, you had to think it through a hundred times to make it through these dreary moments. I held the stuffed toy dearly, its the only thing I had of her, other than pictures. But it turned out to be the only thing of her scent, as the house was emptied. Curious. She must have been here for a while and left. But it seemed that it was me who was heartless. The sounds of the dead grew louder as the sun set. It was not safe.

#Personalblog #2017 #SparrowChase

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