The Hollow

reen peaks' underbellies, a forgotten village existed in time. Only those that searched

adness impersonal ghostly voice. Suddenly startled across my chest whilst lying down in bed this is because all memor

y found herself awakening from powerful nightmares to dark and damp room without any single source supplying light except dim glow appearing through slats over windows. For just a short

lect is that she came here in this distant hamlet on earth edge by some reason which cannot be explained. A sort

ime through dark corners of place. Below lay peaceful village obscured in twilight. Every inch of it exuded eeriness although it was completely still outside even during nighttime period in question. It had those m

er discomfort it had put on her skin however she was still feeling apprehensive deep

and slipped out of the room. The house she was staying in was small and sparsely furnished, a single-story structure made of stone and wood. It had been

een her and the knife at her side. But Amara had sensed something else beneath his cautio

the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. Amara made her way down the narrow dirt path that led from th

d a large banyan tree, its gnarled roots twisting up from the earth like the fingers of a bur

second before walking away into the village square. She was late for dinner but she

ars; they twinkled and glittered above as if playing tricks on us mortals who believed them to hold any meaning. But they were just huge balls of burning gas far away from us, f

arely breaking outwards through windows. She stumbled along bumpy tracks that were covered with rugged stones from which her steps had alread

few more minutes, he called her name aloud and looked towards her direction hoping that perhaps she would hear him despite being so far away. No one responded except for silence broken only by distant fluttering birds somewhere inside thick forests surroundi

anted to cry off all her worries on those cushions (she never did). Amara had owned nothing but clothes since last summer because of this circumstance (she had not even a toothbrush). Instead she always carried everything with her in an enormous black bag wh

childhood memories. In real life this woman got drunk every night but during daylight hours she was like

die: "I am alive." Below her, the ground was cold hard stone and the air thick with dampness of earth. She understood

s didn't hurt as much as broken bones did). In total darkness exploring felt like crawling around in unfamiliar room without knowing where any of it

ot to cry out loud because

espo

out of there somehow return back surface was only thing at all costs. But how? Walls wer

ng up within her unknowing sea. She had been in tough situations before; faced death head on too many

es moved by wind but just close enough for one person only would be able listen closely enough at this very moment (there were bats above our heads). A

n instant. How could it change so muc

e voice again – this t

rs weaved intricately shaped webs between the wooden beams of houses they had once lived in; birds filled trees with their songs but all fly away at sight of human

nally managed

er mind: 'Because it's your fault.' It felt like the air around her had

fore but all those outside could only hear faint whispers from inside their he

d in clear waters full of sunbeams dancing off its surface. For an instant, she could not remember any life beyond the

say you recover faster if running away instead staying put bullets flying over your head raining down from above right by ear drums shattering noise ca

captured all hope and joy bringing only violence death decay yet at least black trees which

like she

is world and could not resist it anymore. As if he was inside her and at the same time apart – like someone hiding behind c

ddies swirling around legs making them feel heavier while dampening spirits even f

They've created me...inside my body forensic scientists searc

as mourning for some lost soul. Her heart was still pounding and it took a long time for her to

under the covers imagining them creeping into these moments; they could be sitting right next to me right now. While Amara tried to convince herse

getting out from this room once and for all. She threw off the blanket then walked over to where the door stood ajar, glancing back over sho

ng aspirations waking up inside us every day or falling asleep sometimes because you are too tired of smiling up at sky through blinding sunlight shining into your eyes hurting but warm just like childhood memories would be if they were p