Nathan Kane–Untitled


”Sleet pinging against dark glass behind him, wind whipped leaves stampeding past his feet on the unlit path, an eerie howl screaming through the treetops; he knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked further, bent against the storm, forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face.”

Everything in his ever cowering soul desperately pleaded for him to turn and run away.  To flee away from it as he always had before.  But there was no turning back now.  Escape was impossible now as he could already feel the piercing of eyes burnt their hatred into him from behind and everywhere around him.  The pseudo safety that he had always fled to before was nothing but a vague memory now.  It no longer existed as his choice to flee was also nothing but a distant and forgotten illusion. Continue reading

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