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Monochrome Nightmare – Wind

The debris was picking up in the wind, and the sound was becoming louder. My sound in my head was so loud I could no longer hear anything else. When she began screaming I caught only the faintest whimper on the edge of hearing. She grabbed me and screamed that she had seen them, but when I looked I saw nothing. She said they were coming for us and we would have to run or die here. I could hardly forma thought with this pulsing sound of blood rushing in my ears and could only follow her.

October 6, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment