Division Of Dark

• Tarsha Mann
• Short Story
• 2017

Drowning in darkness, Muffled sounds swimming around you. What is happening? Your voice is mute, your eyes are dark and you're lost, lost in pitch. Ever growing darker until now. Hope sparks in your heart and a distant light appears. Ever so dim but yet it still is there.

Voices swim in your sub conscience. Curiosity envelopes you. The light grows stronger and so does your hope.
A weight drags you downward into the black abyss. The light is quenched and all hope is lost.

Your strength ceases. Everything becomes awkwardly silent and your division of dark is sealed.

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