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Total Darkness snippet

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Published: March 17, 2015



...As i walked down the last stairs,
I was shaking more and more frequently,
i felt the rumble of each step i took and the shaking of the walls beside me. The walls were very close and i would grind my shoulders with them. 
The light around me was quickly backing away, welcoming me to the only thing that was left, total darkness...
As i became engulfed by the black nothingness, i noticed that i could no longer hear my footsteps, the only thing i could hear is my own heartbeat and the suttering sound of my breath.
I started to realize that the walls were gone and i was no longer walking on any stairs, but i was now hovering or floating towards something that was pulling me! It was pulling me with its strong gravity, it was pulling me stronger and stronger! I started to feel pain, it was stretching me. I began screaming but there was no sound and no air, i started choking and trying desperately to breathe, my lungs compressed and right before i fainted... my body was torn appart...
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© 2015 - 2019 Waysh
This is a small piece from something im writing. . . thoughts?
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