Your stretching downwards. Reaching into the ground to root yourself. Wrapping your long tendrils around anything stable. You are unmovable. Only if you choose to move, you will. Otherwise, nothing can push you down. You stand tall and proud, showing off what you have, what you can and will be. Many attempt to sabotage and destroy you but their just buzzing bees in your ears and itchy mosquitoes. Some dig their nails and force their machines on you, but only receive a hiss and a warning. All have failed and will continue to do so, until you believe the time is right. You are the ticking clock. Tick Tock Tick Tock Its eleven o'clock. Time is nearing, and not much is left. Use it wisely, as it is precious.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
