With a rough push by a dear friend I lose my standing on the soil underneath, plunging down into total darkness. Reaching out to find a hold, but the sides of the well are wet and slippery, making hope of hindering my descent to certain doom nonexistqnt.

Shadows creep up the sides of the narrow tunnel as two figures close in on me. In a haste, I attempt to backtrack, but to no avail. Strong fingers press my shoulders down, keeping me fixed in position, more so due to fear than actual force. I get warm with sweat as I consider the … Continue reading No Escape

"Continue walking" says the man with a pointy helmet, pressing his cold steel-clad hand against my back and forcing me carry on despite the many cuts and bruises covering my scrawny frame. Once I was strong and muscular, once I would not have stood for this humiliation. A mess is what I have become and … Continue reading Fallen