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Hey guys! This is a quick little short story I decided to write, since I haven't posted a blogs in a long time. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is welcomed!
(P.S; This might be a little creepy, so if you're squemish, you might want to avoid reading past the first sentence.)
Anywhoosies. enjoy and let me know what you think!
The claustrophobia. The moldy walls and floor. The constant abuse by the guards.
Those were all nice things about the King's prison.
The bad things were the things that cut into your sanity, far worse than any physical blow.
The endless darkness, that makes you wonder when the sun will rise, if there is a sun.
The metallic smell of fresh blood, dripping onto the floors from the cells above.
And the agonized cries of those still sane, who still remember the sun and the smell of fresh air on a spring day.
Those things make you go crazy. Those things have made me go crazy.
After a while I lost my sense of time. There's no way to tell in here, in this dark cell, surrounded by horror.
After a while I forgot to remember what it was that landed me in here in the first place.
I would think I was innocent of all crime, except I see the looks on their faces. The guards' faces when they pass my cell carrying their torches.
Looks of fear. Cold fear that cuts down to their very bones, shaking their knees as they pass by.
I suppose I should feel lucky, since the guards are all too scared to touch me. But I can't feel anything anymore.
The only thing I think every day.
The only thing I know is true.
If they let me out of here, I would kill again.
The death of this place has worn off on me. Now I feel the need to kill, as if it were a physical neccesity.
.
But who wouldn't feel that way, after at least a night.........
in the King's prison.
Let me know what you guys thought :)
(P.S; This might be a little creepy, so if you're squemish, you might want to avoid reading past the first sentence.)
Anywhoosies. enjoy and let me know what you think!
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The claustrophobia. The moldy walls and floor. The constant abuse by the guards.
Those were all nice things about the King's prison.
The bad things were the things that cut into your sanity, far worse than any physical blow.
The endless darkness, that makes you wonder when the sun will rise, if there is a sun.
The metallic smell of fresh blood, dripping onto the floors from the cells above.
And the agonized cries of those still sane, who still remember the sun and the smell of fresh air on a spring day.
Those things make you go crazy. Those things have made me go crazy.
After a while I lost my sense of time. There's no way to tell in here, in this dark cell, surrounded by horror.
After a while I forgot to remember what it was that landed me in here in the first place.
I would think I was innocent of all crime, except I see the looks on their faces. The guards' faces when they pass my cell carrying their torches.
Looks of fear. Cold fear that cuts down to their very bones, shaking their knees as they pass by.
I suppose I should feel lucky, since the guards are all too scared to touch me. But I can't feel anything anymore.
The only thing I think every day.
The only thing I know is true.
If they let me out of here, I would kill again.
The death of this place has worn off on me. Now I feel the need to kill, as if it were a physical neccesity.
.
But who wouldn't feel that way, after at least a night.........
in the King's prison.
Let me know what you guys thought :)
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