Ronin Matthews
Stories (2/0)
Alone
I can't remember I can't remember what it looks like: The Blue Sky or the Yellow Sun, it has been so long. The only thing I see now is darkness and nothing more. Everywhere I look, I see the empty void of light, and all I can feel is the cold shiver that runs down my spine, having to stare at the nothingness and what may lurk out there. Walking is all I can do: walk until my legs bleed, then walk some more until this eternal abyss ends. I feel around, trying to touch and gather a sense of the idea of where to go. Still, all I can think and see of is trees, the rows, and rows of Tallwood trees. The trees are as tall as the concrete skyscrapers in New York and as dense as stainless steel. I wish I could see these miracles of botany in the light. Still, in the darkness, it felt like a wall enclosing and surrounding me, constricting me like a Boa Constrictor strangling its victims. The wired thing is that I would not hear anything for miles, and then all of a sudden, hoot, hoot, the sound of an owl shaking my bones and nerves. I wish I didn't come here; I never wanted to end up in this place. This dark, empty, soulless Forrest, why did I come here, only me and no one else. I mean, humans are social creatures. They are never meant to be alone; when humans are alone and in darkness, they become something more scary and animalistic.
By Ronin Matthews9 months ago in Horror
