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Acid rises and settles on your tongue as a bitter wind robs your lungs.
Even so, your feet hit the slats on the old train track, click clack.
Ice cuts through to the bone, your body turning to stone.
A shadow appears and the world goes dark, save for a flash and a spark.
Smell of damp decay and a metallic spray, why must it end this way?
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Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Comments (4)
great piece of write up
Wow....that was packed with a sensory punch! Well done and quite creative.
I really enjoyed the way you incorporated the senses
I feel as if this person was maybe struck by lightning on a rail track? Or magically spirited away to a strange and distant world?