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The Blood of Angels
#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realized where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...the bitter taste of rusty nails ushered forth by shallow breaths of unanswered dreams, and the fear of never having the chance to realize them sent a tingle down his cathodic spine. A haunted scream awoke him from his self analysis, painfully straining his hearing...
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realized where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...the bitter taste of rusty nails ushered forth by shallow breaths of unanswered dreams, and the fear of never having the chance to realize them sent a tingle down his cathodic spine. A haunted scream awoke him from his self analysis, painfully straining his hearing...
