This is a short story I wrote about a year ago. It’s one of my odder stories, but I like it. I hope you will too!
She seems to walk in Darkness.
The Darkness is thick and black and endless, so much so that it almost seems to be a living entity. It is beneath her feet and above her head and all around her. It grasps at her with slippery tendrils to hold her back, but on she walks.
She cannot see where she is going. She cannot see the ground she walks on, or what is around her, or even her hand when it is so close to her face that it bumps against her nose. Still she walks onwards. She does not need to see, for she is on the Path. She knows the Path, and she knows that she is safe on it. As long…
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