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The storyteller #1

She was lost.Completely lost.Where?No idea. What was around her? Nothing. Blankness surrounded her. She was nowhere but somewhere. There was some way out ofcourse. She could walk. In all directions. Literally all directions. She turned 360 degrees. No clue where to go. Her heart was racing. Sweat on her forehead. Watery eyes. She wanted to shout and yell for help. But would anyone listen? Was there anyone around? As far as she could see, there wasn't a thing. Her eyes staring constantly into nothing. Where was she? What does she needed to do to get out of here? And most importantly how? Tears trickled down her cheek. Drop by drop landing on her already wet lips. Trembling. Her feet were trembling. "Would i ever get out?" she thought. She walked forward. One step. Two steps. She ran. But still nowhere. It seemed infinite. Some sign. Some clue. No. Nothing. Panic and only panic was in her mind and in her heart. It was all dark. Dark but not pitch black.



Silence. Some more footsteps and more silence. Time seemed to stop. Sinking. She felt she was sinking. Deep. She fell on her knees. Sinking further. One fathom. Two fathom. 50 fathoms. How much more? No voice coming out. Dumb.Deaf.Blind.Numb. It felt like all senses went away together. Was she dying? But she is still breathing, so no. Is she still sinking down? No she stopped a few minutes back. She is again trying to look. Search. For something she doesn't know. She wants to see something. But something is unknown. It's a pronoun. Undefined. She stands up. Looks around. "Darkness but not pitch black". There is hope. She is alone but with herself. She closed her eyes. She took one step forward. Another one. Some more. She was going somewhere. She kept her eyes closed and kept moving where her legs took her. Without knowing the direction. After some time, maybe a few hours of walking with closed eyes, she stopped.

Want to know what stopped her? Keep reading and wait for the next post. :)
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