I Raced With a Comet
Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those new to it will not know how to think what about what just happened. Cold chills and sweat pants are in the seat. Room still dark and people disappear to a known place only described by the dead. No time is wasted because time never began. As the entities push thru the black matter the after burners kick on and the room brightens. The room is now full. The thought of the friends i had filled the room and was too much to handle time to make a dash. The pressure is intense. I believe my wallet was lost years ago but no use in looking for it now. The chain broke at the same time I needed it to work. Gone. Seemed like forever. I created forever and now we are there. What if you were the person who taken the last key to starting the end of the world?
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