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The Nothingness (Flash Fiction)

The trees loomed, filling a void that a heart has come to be familiar. The Nothingness of the forest trees whispered their mocking hums of appreciation. Even though they were living organisms, knowing in her heart the trees couldn’t speak, they still chatted on. The pure eeriness was distasteful to her original view of trees – she is still feeding on what they omit – but now can only feel that the oxygen which she inhales is now toxic and slowly eating away at her lungs like leaches.

She cannot remember how long she has been in this dreadful forest. The trees locked arms at their peeks, blocking out any direct sunlight. There was no possible way she could tell where they sun was at in the sky nor which direction she was traveling. A couple of times she had seen a single ray of sunlight break through the leaves. Each time she stopped her trek and she would hover in awe as if that single ray of light was her only way out.

There was no way of telling if there was a way out. The only way to track time was by counting how many times she woke up, remembering that she was still in the forest. This tactic proved more difficult as time went by. The rest of her time was spent in fear, trudging and stumbling across the forest floor in and out of consciences.

She had been followed, or hunted. Her awareness of the sound she had been hearing was getting closer, and closer. As she walked through certain areas of the forest, the trees smothered all outside air, only giving her poison for her aching lungs. The sounds she heard now were muffled, like being inside an airtight bubble. Then, the hunter let out a screech so loud that it drummed out a few droplets of blood, oozing down the side of her ear.

She began to run. Running wasn’t much useful if she didn’t know where she was running to. No matter, she kept running. Her eyes were closed most of the time. She found that, whether her eyes were open or closed, loose limbs and leaves still smacked her face, searing her skin with tiny gashes streaming blood down her dirty face. She forced her eyes tighter shut which brought a vision. The vision was breathtakingly beautiful. In the distance, she felt a throb in her head, pounding and pounding. This didn’t bother her much; the vision was just too beautiful and familiar. She felt a breeze, the warmth of sunshine, and the feel of grass under her bare feet. She couldn’t remember much after that. The light, from the sun she supposed, was so bright and warm that all feelings and visions of the forest life passed within an instant.


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