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Just Off of Death Lane
We bump, and then the roar begins, quaking, growing, howling as we move further. The tires on the street roar louder than the engine. Faster and faster we are swallowed by the darkness and Death of this Lane, and still the light diminishes as the clouds roll in. The ghastly glow cast on this lane places everything in the shadow of the Death of the trees— and yet somehow there is life. As we continue to be swallowed by this thing— this road—which can only be described as Death Lane, we can see the yellowish glow of lights from a window. A House! Life in the dank and dark depths of Death Lane! Now we fight tirelessly with the Lane, hitting every hole and bump with renewed vigor as we rush to the light as flies— hoping to find the life within. As we approach, the clouds open and the storm begins, but it’s alright, we can see the way out now, and soon enough we’ll be in the Light. Then we’ll look down with glee at our trial, and we’ll give a nervous laugh, a laugh for Death Lane. |
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