Parallels
The moon shines as bright as the sun tonight. Wavering wind sending shivers through trees and stars adorn the dark overtones of the nighttime. Humidity covers this landscape where rain comes often. Glass shatters somewhere in the neighborhood. The cries of a little girl are heard immediately after as she picks up the remainders of a doll that was once her motivation for life. Its seemingly lifeless body now becoming little shards of fear. She tests its strengths on the intruder who created his own fate. But as she sees the opening from which he emerged, her curiosity leaves all logic even as he pleads her to stop. He yells that she has a chance to stay back but she drags him with her when she sees the hole closing. His body is lighter than the piece of glass which is placed in her palm. She’s barely able to get through as the weight of the opening crushes down on her legs. But when her parents rush in, they see their little girl sound asleep in bed, not moving even a bit. Yet she sees a forest right in front of her eyes. All around her is only darkness. “Welcome to the land of the dead”.
What a twist! I was genuinely frightened for the little girl at the beginning, but you wrote a fantastic turn empowering the girl with agency over the intruder. Her childhood doll shattering into shards of fear provokes the idea innocence lost. Great writing, Nikkita.
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