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Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls A Story: by Debbie_Philly " This started out as a metaphor for a state of mind.. but some wanted me to make it into more... so well see..lol " DARKNESS FALLS Darkness falls upon this lonely farm town. Within this darkened town is one particular farm house that is far more isolated then the rest. A certain gloom hangs over this place, a place where the only sounds come at night. The sounds of dreams and life fading into the backdrop, the grim reality that is life…. or lack there of in this place they call “Willow Creek”. By day people go about their business, the business as usual of tending to their fields and venturing into town, the only place where they can escape the loneness. The ever-present voices in their heads, reminding them of their fears. Willow Creek farm has that voice, it speaks to its inhabitants in the late night hours when darkness falls, a kind of numbing hush falls over this place, not the kind of hush that soothes the kind that starts out as a low pitch hum and slowly rises to a deafening roar. All around and about the midnight hour, some call this the witching hours but to the residence of this decrepit and lonely place it seems more of a routine of sorts. A routine that comes with the darkness and the knowledge that they will never leave, never leave to fulfill their dreams of one day not having to live this lowly existence to one day smell the lilac and sage of greener pastures. The visions that only comes with light… light that is never shown here not even in the day. The only vision that comes to this place is that of despair the kind of despair that can only be felt here in this place when ………. “ Darkness Falls”. BY~Debbie Kelly~ 2006
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