THE MUTE SOUL | Short Story

There’s an uncomfortable sound coming from somewhere. It is too dark in the room where the ten soul is trap into.

There are screaming. There are crying. But the loudest, is the silence… Silence by the mute soul.

The tears are streaming on his face. He is not moving, he is not doing anything… he just seems sleeping … on a nightmare.

Now, all they have is silence and the fact that their bodies are burning into a burning building.

The souls watched their own bodies. Unconscious and almost dying on the floor. No help is coming… maybe there is, but they know it can’t be there like a miracle… Except they are wrong.

The mute.

His alive. But he can’t scream or call the police and tell them where they exactly in.

The souls.

They are still hopeless.

But the mute is no ordinary mute. He is a time traveler. But every time he skips time, or plays with it, something is being taken away from him. He’s not just mute… he is also bald, he has no gender, he has no family…
But he still has Mary… whose lying on his lap.

He can’t lose, what he only have.

Few moments passed.

A lady woke up on her bed, looking for something she can’t remember.

OOOPPSSS!!!

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