My eyesight begins to fade, my head cradled by the white linoleum floor. The purity of the white, tainted with my blood as it cascades on the floor, freeing me from my sins. My hair in a tangled mess soaking in my blood, soaking up every strain of my hair. The taste of iron burns my tongue, my body is numb spread out like the crucified son of God. This chapter of my life is over. I accept what comes next, I welcome it, but I also fear the unknown. This astral plane is no longer my home, it is now just part of my past that led me to my future. Im my darkness is a warm enticing light, this is it. This is what I trained for.
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The Destination
HorrorIs life just a waiting room for death? The idea of death and what awaits can both frighten and intrigue me. This is flash fiction piece that brings out the questions of the after life while bringing a new perspective to it.
