Death Pit
You live in the Death Pit. You always have. The walls are tall. The top is open. You know this because rain floods the pit. Most can't swim. You can't see any light above. You live against the wall. You tried to walk the entire inner circumference. Weren't able to. No one has ever made it. The people above throw things. Rocks, rotten food, fire. You live in fear of the above. The elders say they aren't the first elders. They don't know why any of you are in the pit. The people above never tell you anything. Sometimes they come down in their cage. They fire bullets indiscriminately. You live in the Death Pit. You always have. You will escape. You have dreamt it. You have to. Please consider making a contribution to my Patreon if you enjoy these weird stories and are able to support them financially. No Happy Nonsense is 100% ad free and your donation helps keep it that way. |
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