There's Life Underground
I'm not dreaming anymore.
I stopped having dreams after a couple weeks. Soon, I'll be like everyone else here. Voices in my head that never leave.
The sun boils out of the ocean. People arise from their beds— beds of razors— clinging to the light that drives away their fear. The terror.
I'm their most awful nightmare.
I daren't dream of life underground or a place in the stars. I cannot fall in love— the heavens are insecure. The world is aflame. There's murder in the air.
It's just another day.
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Another 100-word story exercise, this time inspired by "Just Another Day" by Oingo Boingo
Other stories by j. h. woodyatt
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I see the darkness and the terror, but your last line is uplifting.
nice.
Uplifting? Huh. Okay. Thanks!
Oh, I think this is dark. Wonderfully so. I love it!
Hmf. Needed to rearrange things a bit. Rhythm was making me flinch.