Consider how nature reclaims its place, making tombs of once-thriving cities.
I arrived after the war and quickly learned why men feared the dark. It’s why my father took me out at night. No fear in familiarity, he’d say, securing another trap. Then They devoured him too.
Something snaps along the forest floor. I can hear their ravenous laughter even at a distance.
One on the left.
Another to my right.
I sink deeper into foliage, the trap ready. Consider: a girl bargains with fate for one more day.
Growling on the left.
Teeth to my right.
Movement all around.
About the Creator
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti4 days ago in Fiction
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