The Dark Place

I lay here with the closet door open and my foot hanging from the bed, hoping that once I drift to sleep the monsters will take me.
They will drag me to the abyss so that I may see the wondrous weapons they have created to lay siege to our world.
They have been here for ages…building…planning. Once the human race stops fighting itself, they will blanket our land in darkness.
Once we have a victor, we will lay weakened. We will be tired and unaware.
The longer we fight, the longer they have to build their massive army, ready to crawl from the shadows at a moments notice. They have already gained forces that would destroy us eight times over.

For the sake of the human race…may we continue to wage war.

I made a snowman today. I lay here in bed and can see him from the window. The moonlight reflects off the ice like a cat’s eye.

I have read ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’. The cold construct that sits on the front yard has eyes dark as pitch. He knows how limited his stay is here. Those eyes ask, ‘why was I created? I’ll only melt and die in a weeks time.’

He stares at me…beging for an answer. I smile in contempt. I know the truth. A dark soul awaits in that snow creature. It waits for me to sleep.

I close the curtins.

This is a lil’ project I started last year, I have finished chapter two, and will have it online soon.

Chapter One - The Weeks

A deadly game continues on the plains of New Mexico, late nineteenth century.

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