"Seven...."
The screams. The footsteps. The frantic breathing. Pure....pure evil coursing through my veins. What had happened? What had changed? Who had I become?
My nightmares haunted me every night with that same Vision, over and over like a broken record player. The screams slowly contorted into taunting laughs, the footsteps into the frantic beating of my own heart, and the breathing that of a predator prepared to rip me into pieces with its malicious claws.
In a way, all of those things had now come to fruition.
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The Vision
Short Story"T-minus ten seconds until total obliteration." In which a person faces imminent death, their future becomes their past, and we raise the question: can you be punished for something you haven't yet done? Winner of the Inspiration! short story contes...
