Engulfed in darkness…and lies_prophecies_I See Him_When I'm Lost, They're Lost Too
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Engulfed in darkness…and lies
For as long as I can remember, I have been allergic to light. Yes, I said light. This rare and severe allergy is called Solar Urticaria (SU). Whenever I’m in the sun or in a room with lights on or anything, my skin starts to feel like it’s on fire. There’s usually a burning sensation tingling through my skin and red hives climbing up my back like spiders. Having a disease like this means I have no devices, the curtains are closed all the time, and I have no social life. Before it was much different, but because of me everything has changed. When I was just 5 years old, my parents and I went to...
prophecies
Candice was crying in the center of a crowd. This crowd had no hustle or bustle as regular crowds did, which anyone would have found odd had they not been accustomed to this place. People were standing, waiting for a loved one or a taxi, or on the phone talking. She did not want to draw attention to herself but she found it hard to hide her state of emotional vulnerability, muffling her sobs by covering her mouth with one hand and wiping her tears from the other one. What she had witnessed would change her life forever. Candice had been having dreams as far as her conscious memory could tell, ...
I See Him
She held a finger up to her lips. I responded and ceased whispering to her. We were crouched behind a bookshelf, as we had decided to hide in the library until nighttime. We had hoped to explore the vast expanse of shelves. A glance at my watch showed me that it was approaching midnight. The realization sent a chill up my spine. The last librarian shouwww.onedoor.ccld have left at least three hours ago. However, not even ten minutes ago, we heard footsteps echoing throughout the library. I grabbed her hand, and as her eyes flew open, I shoved my wrist in her face. As she read the clock, I felt her grip my ...
When I'm Lost, They're Lost Too
You know that feeling when you got lost in a mirror maze? Maybe you don't. Maybe I'm just claustrophobic. Hours of head-bumping onto mirrors like a fool might be sufficient to both cause head injury and trauma, like mental trauma.I suppose I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I was the one wandering off into random attractions. Dad would always shout my name at the top of his lungs whereas mum would start to pant heavily. Honestly I didn't think about the amount of frustration I had inflicted on them until now.Overly restrictive and cautious wasn’t a life that screams freedom. I was reckl...