Writing

Pit

The blackness encases Porter. Endless falling and falling. The blackness takes a break and light pours in and taints the cold black. Falling, passing the light, blinding to the bare eye. The light surrounds a scene of a child swinging on a playground. The sun shines over the park and its gone. The darkness returns and Porter continues to fall, searching for another light.

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