There was a cool
breeze blowing
into the tunnel,
and the ground was
comfortably warm.
Then
I noticed
something...
The grass
on my cheek...
moments ago,
they had tickled
and stroked,
now they were
piercingly
painful.
I tried
to shake it off,
but it only seemed to
make it worse.
Soon
my calves
and arms too
were getting punctured
and ripped to pieces
by the razor sharp grass.
"Wh-what's happening?"
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❝ the place nature forgot ❞
Short Story. ❝ She sits on her uncomfortable bed. Life used to be better than this, but now, her scant possessions litter the floor. The paint is peeling from the white-washed walls. A tear escapes her eye and r...
