Inside the prison of time,
One must wait until that one day
When they are let free.
The walls decay,
The skin rots,
Yet still they wait.
The vision blurs,
The touch weakens,
Yet it still passes by.
The mind fades,
Their soul sleeps,
Still waiting for their freedom.
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13 Days of Halloween 2015
Short StoryThese stories may or may not relate to Halloween, but I seem to get really creative around Halloween. So I thought why not? Ranging from the mundane to strange transformations, these stories were written to test my current writing and thinking abili...
