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Short Story or poem: TEMTATION’S
BOX
PROLOUGE
“In the eyes of the beholder of this fiendish box lies dormant, deep inside, the secret to their horrible deaths.”
Ancient relics say that this box would cause anyone who dare open it to die. Though one person who gazes into the box and sees one turned over card shall live but suffer through the losses of everyone close to them.
They will not die until everyone else is gone. After having passed the box will reset itself for the next kill. So be sure to watch yourself. And, don’t let it fool you. The forces of temptation are strong and will try to defeat you and rob you of your sanity. Over come your curiosity and save yourself. Don’t sell yourself out. All of this could happen to you. Just keep your guard up, you never know who, or what could be listening to you. Keep resisting the temptation. Hold off as long as possible, don’t be a fool.
The longer you resist the stronger you should become, though it’s not true. Your only getting weaker. Still, you keep trying to refuse to open it. Don’t even think of trying it. You will die. Don’t let it take you away. It’s evil. It’s strong and your weak. Be strong, stronger than it. Push through. Try to destroy it. Try as hard as you can. Burn it. Smash it. Kill it before it kills you. It hates all, all who come near, all who know. It will find you and call you to it with it’s silent song. All of that, to satisfy it’s hunger for death. It will tear everyone down who stand in it’s way. It’s coming after you. Searching for you. It waits in it’s terrifying quietness. It breaks you. Piece by piece you fall. You disappear. Gone forever. Dead. Only your soul remains. Rain for tears as you find your way to the heavens. Pouring sadness. Left in puddles, what remains of your true self. Luxury of happiness diminished by wrongful death. The feeling of happiness no longer exists. Only blood splatters and tears lie alone. And the teller of their story, is silence. Almost shouting the truth, though it never says a thing. Loneliness, the first word to mind. Sadness, the only emotion left conceivable to man kind.
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