The snow fell relentlessly, each flake a frozen memory settling on the desolation around me. I sought refuge in this isolated cabin, hoping the quiet would drown out the cacophony in my mind. But the snow had a different plan, turning serenity into a sinister stage.
The fireplace crackled, casting feeble light that danced eerily on the walls. Shadows whispered secrets, and the mirror reflected a distorted version of myself, a fractured soul laid bare. The chill outside crept inside, finding its way into the deepest recesses of my being.
As night descended, so did the weight of my past. Footprints materialized in the snow, leading to the door, but I was alone. The cabin groaned with the weight of forgotten sins, and the wind carried voices—echoes of mistakes I longed to erase.
Pacing, I felt the room shrinking, the air thickening with the phantoms of regret. The walls seemed to close in, and my reflection contorted into grotesque shapes. Laughter, haunting and distant, reverberated in the stillness.
Reality blurred, and the snow, once a tranquil quilt, transformed into a suffocating shroud. The footsteps outside mocked my isolation. The psychological horror of my past played out in the silent landscape, an icy abyss from which escape was impossible.
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This piece is well-written and I like the way you use winter’s imagery to create a spooky, tortured feel. I like this line too- “The fireplace crackled, casting feeble light that danced eerily on the walls.”
This is really well done. The tension builds from beginning to end and leaves me wondering what comes next. Great job.