Recent content by Dirt One-Cloud

He pushed his hands against the rough surface of the inner lid of the box. A small crack form after how long he couldn’t say. His voice was beginning to become hoarse from his pleading cries. Light flowed in through the crack in the wood as he fought with his wooden prison and motes of dust...

Darkness. His world was darkness and the smell of churned earth. The air around him was thick. It wrapped grasping hands around his neck and slowly began to squeeze as he tried to draw breath. He tried to move. He had bare inches of space. He found he had no idea where he was. He could not...