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Adrija Poddar

Horror Fantasy Thriller

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Adrija Poddar

Horror Fantasy Thriller

Just A Game

Just A Game

2 mins
269


Alissa stands at the bus stop 

Her scarf is messy and the rustling sounds can be heard 

Her life ain't full of mishaps 

She lives a block away from Autumn Leaf and her place of work

But this day isn't the best day

Crimson flashes so brightly lit up the sky 

It could blind her, but it didn't, and so 

Then everything disappeared as nothing happened 

She fainted and that was all she remembered 

When she woke up, she looked at the wristwatch, the last gift from her mom 

And the time didn't change 

She looked up at the sky, starry and bright, but nothing uncommon

Looking around, nothing profound, just on the bench, hair a little disheveled 

She decided to walk home, but two feet couldn't make four sounds she knew.


Ran straight, eyes on the road, before taking a turn and straight into her house 

The fireplace is still the same, the frames a tad bit tilted 

But it's best to drown in dreams and so did she, but the taps on the windows kept her up 

Her doorknob turned on its own, nothing was in control, her wristwatch fell on its own 

Blue was the color of that hand, that punched a hole through the window and then fell the night lamp 

She could feel herself freeze and she wanted to run, but her body was not in her hand 

Her face turned blue, a hue that is embedded in our skin, and in their minds 

She fainted again, and again it's that rustling sound

Ready for the ship to take off

While I am in the room, far away from Neptune, somewhere they can't know for the upcoming years

 My pals are snickering, the ship is coming back

Because it's just a game for us, a ridiculous one


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