ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.

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“It was only whispers that they dwelled beneath our feet. I was not one who wanted to find out. But those who walked the streets demanded to know the secrets of the deep. With shouts and fist in the air, they were finally heard.

When they descended into the deep, towards the parts of the city that the sun didn’t touch. The stench of rot burned their nostrils. Even then they refused to turn around, back to their shelters, back to their lives of ignorance. The time finally came when when what lingered in the dark crept towards them.

As their pale faces appeared in the shadows, the people from above realized their mistakes. For the hollow eyes that stared back had only one desire… To take what they didn’t have…”

Written by – Coushatta LaRue .

Note: story created by me an image created from a prompt I used for the short story in nightcafe.