Schiophobia

Faceless, dark, blank, a voiceless yet ceaseless follower, it’s always at my back. I can hear its mute footsteps, even it’s screaming silence. I want to get rid of him, or maybe it’s a her, or whatever it is. It is never my friend, nor my foe but it makes my body shiver, it makes my soul quiver.

I turned off all the lights as it won’t exist without something bright. I find peace in my light-less four corners. Blanketed by the dark, there is no one but my afraid self. I tried to call out, no answer came.

I got no one but the black-being that made me insane.

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Word count: 110

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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction

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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for April 03, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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