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Yacob sat in the pitch black, not sure if he was awake or asleep. He had been in here for so long that he no longer knew when was day and when was night.
#beginningline #nightdwellers The door closed with a creak And clicked shut behind me. Leaving me with nothing, Just like an absentee. I'm locked in this black box, Lonely, stuck forever.
Inspired by #opussweeklychallenge Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who was locked away in a tower by her horrid twin sisters, Mia and Ana.
LA AFILADA PUNTA DE LA PLUMA (Un cuento para K.D.) El rey había encerrado al soñador en una celda de la prisión.
THE SHARP TIP OF THE PEN (A tale for K.D.) The king had locked the dreamer in a prison cell. He can't tolerate a man who had decided to dedicate his life to worship of dream.
It was dark when I woke up. So dark that I couldn't see a thing. It was damp too. I could hear the drip of water close by and someone breathing.
yesterday I had a terrible dream. in that dream I was in a kind of prison with a lot of scientists and no I wasn't one of those scientists, I was a prisoner.
~Premise I am perched atop a window sill. I hug my fragile knees to my hollow body. The glass pane before me is smudged and dirty. I could see only out through it.
The next thing I know, I am being thrown then dragged on the ground by two Enumarators. "Gemi!" Alana screams.
Cold is the night, trees bare of color, my only view from this damp cellar. The only sight outside I have ever known, human compassion I was never shown.
Rapunzel sits in the tower, Brushing her long hair. Golden, glittering, rich, Enough to make you stare. Rapunzel sobs everyday, Raised by a witch.
A cage is a closed door. A cage is a place of sadness. Captivity. A cage is a freedom-stealer. It reeks of despair. Metal bars, thick and strong. Holdfast, and don't break for long.
They got us locked up; mouths gagged. Eyes swollen; arms dragged. Bloodied faces; bodies bagged. Hearts broken; minds lagged. Orange suits; plastic ties. Opression rules; freedom dies.
I waited for you since I could remember, Pictured you riding up the lane, But now I wish I hadn't dreamt so much, Really, you're quite a pain.
In a dark dark house, Was a door, Made of mahogany, As was the floor. In a dark dark house, Was a room, With another door, A cold place, colder than a tomb.
This bitter treadmill I walk, this unending parody of a life I'm forced to endure.
It's dark all around me but I can see a little dim light a few feet in front of me. I see a guy in a cage, he is gripping the bars, pulling with all his might. He can't get out.
The walls are damp and colorless, and they smell like things you dig out of the bottom of a garabage bag.
Trapped behind the iron, Iron cold bars, unable to see daylight, Nor the bright twinkling stars. What I wouldn't do, To have my own space. To run around crazily, To eat at my own pace.
You lie hidden away from me. Consealed in the shadows to hide your ugly face. No longer can you show who you really are. For the choices you've made have locked you in this cell. Are you happy now.
Just at that moment a guard came over. "The leader ordered you to be taken to a dungeon." He said. Well, I was quite shocked in the least.
The room he'd been thrown into was dark. The walls were rough and wet. A single window on the west side of the room let in a sliver of light. It was barred.
I was back in a time I wanted to forget. The man that changed my life forever was just meters away, his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans and his jet black hair wavering in the wind.