A young man told me of his going to the core of the ship, a place “The room had just enough eerie green light to guide you to your bed. My berth was the one on the top. To reach it I had to pull myself up over the front edge, ducking and pulling my legs in then rolling over onto my back, with just a few inches between my face and the ceiling. There was a small curtain I could pull, enclosing myself in what felt like a tomb. I never heard any sounds coming from behind the other pulled curtains. I never really slept, though. What I thought were He held out his hand and begged me to take the gun from his hand. But there wasn’t a gun. It was then when I started not trusting him. |
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Inner Flaws by Deborah A. Upton
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I like the twist in the tail.
We never know what our thoughts would be in a similar situation!
Yikes… very disturbing.
Definitely disturbing! You wonder if there would be an easy way out, if needed.
The voice pulled me right in, the buildup exquisite.
I’m glad the voice came through. Thanks.
Alluring, and then the gun does NOT go off. Dark and disturbing. Peace…
In reality, so dark the mind can’t function!
Goosebumps. I spent my early years riding nuclear submarines. Even when sleeping at home in the king size water bed I would lay completely straight arms at my side. It was very quiet and cold. Bravo.
I’m glad to hear from someone who has experienced similar “sleeping” arrangements. Your comment about how quiet and cold it was, interested me.
I was really pulled in! Of course, retrospectively, the title tells us it is about ‘inner’ flaws, but couldn’t have guessed the twist. Well done!
Thanks. You made my day! I’m pleased the twist was successful.
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