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charisstoma) wrote2013-10-15 09:37 pm
charisstoma) wrote2013-10-15 09:37 pm
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Drabble Cascade #31- Independent : Hell (disturbing)
FB3X Drabble Cascade #31 - Independent
Title: Hell
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent
Do not ask, I don't know. When I was little and forced to take naps upon a neatly made bed of white sheets, these were the impressions my mind created. I was under five, before kindergarten age... and you didn't need to know all that.
I hated naps.
Silent screams were her nightmares as much as her waking thoughts, and threatening balled fists hovered somewhere close.
How soon before she lost her grasp on reality and reason becoming one of the mislaid, mentally careening over blinding planes? Why was she not already lost on that endless smooth vista; that which was her staring out, seeing one place and all places spreading out before her? The image, the perfect empty whiteness, wrinkled before her eyes and bile bubbled like scalding milk.
Madness, she’d indeed succumbed to madness and freedom of a sort. Smiling she whispered, “I’ll grow up.”
Title: Hell
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent
Do not ask, I don't know. When I was little and forced to take naps upon a neatly made bed of white sheets, these were the impressions my mind created. I was under five, before kindergarten age... and you didn't need to know all that.
I hated naps.
Silent screams were her nightmares as much as her waking thoughts, and threatening balled fists hovered somewhere close.
How soon before she lost her grasp on reality and reason becoming one of the mislaid, mentally careening over blinding planes? Why was she not already lost on that endless smooth vista; that which was her staring out, seeing one place and all places spreading out before her? The image, the perfect empty whiteness, wrinkled before her eyes and bile bubbled like scalding milk.
Madness, she’d indeed succumbed to madness and freedom of a sort. Smiling she whispered, “I’ll grow up.”