Saturday, 19 March 2016
Nano Fiction 29 : Ghost Diaries
A tiny bulb, the only light, on the road,
A heap of garbage, dogs barking,
The road was barely visible,
Twisted through gloomy trees,
Heart racing, terrifying silence.
I walked silently, making no clatter of my footsteps,
So as not to bother the evil things sleeping about.
Suddenly some footsteps follow me,
And I do nothing, but walk faster and faster.
Tiny droplets of sweat make through majority of the pores of my body,
And the winter ceases to exist.