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You’re sitting on the edge of your cabin. The wood creaking as you shift. You pick up the cool drink beside you, sending shivers through your body. Looking out on the distance, the sunset creeps down over the horizon, leaving the dark sky and a sense of foreboding. The warmth that you once felt from the sun leaves you. As night settles the coolness of your drink seems to be reaching into your bones. You attempt to put the drink down but your hand doesn’t move. You look over to find ice slowly encasing your body, expanding with each heartbeat. You just sit there and wait. The ice finally reaches your face. You smile as it cuts off your air supply.
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You feel a metallic taste in your mouth. You reach in your mouth, trying to extract the substance. It moves, slowly down your throat. You feel the thing move down your esophagus. It curls up into a ball, pushing against your windpipe. you gasp and claw at your throat in hopes of making the strange thing crawl out of it. You begin to see stars. Dropping slowly to your knees you cough and dislodge the strange object from your mouth. It catches the light, blinding you, as it sails through the air. It lands on the ground with a heavy thud. You fall over gasping for air, hearing the sound of little feet skittering towards you. You find yourself face to face with a metallic mole rat. You smile as its jaws open unnaturally wide to swallow you whole.
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You walk on a beach and feel the waves lap at your feet. The wet sand sifting through your toes. You stop, sit, and stare out into the distance. Watching the sun slowly hide behind the horizon. The sky is ablaze with color. Magentas and light blues blending together, clouds fiery red, and the orange from the yoke of the sun bleeding into the fray. You feel the slight breeze as it tickles the hairs on your neck. Goose pimples break all over your arms like the hatching of spider eggs. You hear the patter of feet running towards you. You look over and your dog trotting happily to you. You can’t help but smile with joy. You are relaxed. Nothing worries. You lie down in the sand as your dog reaches you and assaults you with kisses. This is all you’ve ever wanted.
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You float closer and closer into the black hole. you know you won’t make it but you smile. As you enter you feel like you’re dough under a 600-ton rolling pin. It’s like a cosmic baker is trying their hardest to make you as thin as possible. The weight of the gravity is so strong that you pass out. When you come to, you feel different. You look down, up, it doesn’t matter. You look and you find that your insides are outside. Everything from your stomach to your eyes to your bones. You think to yourself. ‘At least I’m not dead’.
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You’re trudging through a forest. You have no real destination but you walk with purpose. Your body knows where you need to go but your mind is out of the loop. You don’t try to stop your self, not that you could if you wanted to. The force that seems to be drawing you is strong. The closer you get to your destination the more sluggish your mind feels. You look around at the trees and don’t really recognize them. You do know what kind of trees they are but you can’t place where they belong. You hear voices behind you. You turn, without slowing, and see nothing but trees. You finally reach what seems to be the center of the forest. The voices that you heard before are louder than ever. They come from the trees. You don’t know how you know that but you do. You look around you and try to find a way back the way you came, but the path has made itself-lost. The trees begin to move in closer you. They haven’t stop yelling at your mind. The closer they get the louder it becomes. Their voices physically shake you even though they are mentally attacking you. They finally surround you and all you hear and feel throughout your body is the roar.
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This piece was emulated from the Night Vale Coca-Cola ad.
Shoutout to Sydney Schmaltz for writing the first 2 sentences of the first paragraph.
photo cred: https://twitter.com/byu/status/910867951464493057