How long has it been? I have no concept of time. Weeks? Months? Years? I don't know anymore. Everything stays the same here. The sun rises. The sun sets. Nothing changes. There's something about this place. This house, time doesn't touch it. Doesn't touch me. I don't change. I don't grow older. I can't die. I look out at the world. Everything outside this house is different. Why can't I change? Why can't I leave? *Just a short little blurb I wrote. I'm hoping to turn it into a story sometime*
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We all felt that. And had that kind of mindset too. It's like you are prisoner.
I hope to read your story then. A good subject why nothing changes and if it is with others. To be honest, looking back I doubt many changes. There are, were some but in the end, you are back where you started. You can join the challenge stories in series @Ozzyy hosts, deadline tomorrow.