It's loud.
He's quiet.
Slinking in and out of the shadows easily.
Lurking.
He waits.
Unnoticed is best.
Otherwise bad things happen.
No distractions are allowed.
Because that's when things get dangerous.
The shadows protect him,
provide cover,
shelter,
relief.
It's his own version of a stress ball.
It never fails to hide you.
It keeps your secrets.
It is your secret.
Shadows are feared,
and he is definitely not.
Off the grid he is
and plans to stay.
Only the reckless seek him out
and to those he may answer.
He is a nobody.
The nobody.
And it is best that way.
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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...
