Vladimir-Uhl

His eyes relax as he slips further and further into pure darkness. A cold chill runs down his spine. The isolation is intense. Many foul beings press against his shivering body. A loud shriek is heard to what he feels is his left. This man is unsure of where he is. One minute he was thinking about tomorrow, and now he is in a deep, dark, and dank place. A voice most putrid of scent calls out coarsely, "Squeal you grubs!  I want to hear you all squeal!" Many pained sounds ring out around him. A light suddenly breaks through the darkness, and suddenly he is in a field. A lush green field with many different flowers, and a thought crosses his

I sat in a room. The room was wide. The room was quiet. The room was black white, and bland. The room lacked taste. The room lacked Interest. This room was… different. In this room was a bed. Was a desk. Was a book. In this book was a word In that word was a picture In that picture was a mirror. In that mirror was myself. In myself I saw the room. In myself I saw the word. The room was black white, and bland. I was black white, and bland. In that word was a picture. In that picture was a tree. In that tree was myself. In myself I saw age. I sat in the room. I sat in the mirror. I sat in the word In the picture in the tree. I sat dee