The World Yonder

ory

r. I call out at the top of my lungs for help. The plane draws nearer and its lights illuminate the whole place. I notice that I am at some beach with a ver

ust as it gets a few feet to touch down, the plane is suddenly engulfed in huge flames. The whole place shines like daylight. The glow forces me to shut my eyes for a while till a gut-curdling scream forces me to

as I near the plane, Something p

ne spot. I am breathless but still not moving an inch. It's as if I am just jogging at the same spot. Fr

a vice, was not letting me go. I watch helplessly as my family burns to ashes. Logan kept screaming until his last breath. I

e Victory. You

all so confusing. Anger consumes me and I turn around abruptly. Ready to lash out at my captor but what I see leaves me utterly frozen. Right in front of me is a skeletal being with no flesh whatsoever. The eyes are just hollows of n

have in me and ask. However, my v

nd what do you

ou to find ou

e ice-cold water. Some of it enters my mouth and I choke on it. I try swimming up only to realize that my legs are still tied up. I try kicking bo

e! I cannot fight it anymore therefore, I embrace death. Besides, what's there to live for? J

er at all. Too plain

lst puking all the water out. Just as I inhale the much-needed air, the blob of saliva reaches me and expand

umble and fall clutching my head. It gives me an instant headache. I watch as that green, slimy blob lazily floats towards me.

whisper, it begi

but you can not hide.

faw. Once it reaches me, it opens its mouth so wide and swallows me. I say swallow because it had no teeth. Therefore, it could not c

smell. I start gagging then without any warning, I throw up whatever lit

good for not

ugh for now

suit. He looks so prim and proper and my body reacts funny to him. All fear unknown I notice that just looking at him arouses an intens

n up Vic.

ch a cold and menacing voic

a horrid situation? The new guy tips his hand for me and light so blinding covers the whole area. I blink thrice till my sight adjusts. The ne

UP. YOU

t's almost six in the morning. I sit at the age of my bed pondering on all that has happened. I brush it off as being a nightmare. But a part of me argues that conclusion. Who then wrote the not wit

stairs and what awaits me sends utter, revolting fear straight through my bone marrow. Right there on my f

going on

ill myself get up so I can clean up when anot

make sure to eat well. Welcome

, I feel lighthe