Falling, the sensation was all I felt. The feeling of your feet being whisked out from under you as your stomach dropped to your feet. Utter
blackness was all I could see, as if god snuffed out all light and then threw me here, whirling in the abyss. An icy cold chill seeped into my bones as
my clothes offered little resistance to the feeling that gripped my spine. I started to ponder whether I would ever hit ground when a light
brighter than the sun washed over the room. I could see rocky walls, covered in a thin layer of moss and vines, as they whipped past me at
breakneck speeds. I could also make out my clothes, covered in a thin layer of frost and slowly melting away. I looked towards the source of the
light, but was unable to make out what it could be. As if it were simply too pure for my own eyes. As I came closer to the light I wondered how I
found myself in this predicament. Who knows how I even started falling; all I remember is falling, as if I woke up this way. It seems like the
memories are floating close to the surface, but I can't conjure them from my mind. This was weird. Soon the light engulfed me and I was able
to make out my clothing. I wore a black, fleece, pullover; zipped down with a white undershirt. I also wore dark blue jeans held up with a brown
leather belt. I wore hi-top chuck taylors and a necklace with a black fang attached to the end. I looked away from my clothes and could see the
ground. Then I saw nothing at all.
This was a story I posted on my old account, I reread it and thought that it was good enough for another go, so enjoy
