Perceiving the Inconceivable

My bed was my comfort, for long, but transient. I was able to see things that no one could see, they called me crazy but it was just me, my eyes could perceive the inconceivable, the ghastly apparitions that was nothing to everyone else’s mind or eyes. The night was deaden by the overhung staleness […]

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Insomniac

The somnolent light glazed my room with a mellow tone, sleeping spores were puffed, permeating the room. I pressed┬ámy pillow against my head, trying to surmount my insomnia, battling against the dread of the night that kept me up. The battle was incessant, from the tick I laid my head on my pillow, waiting for […]

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