A Short Story Of Mark Revealed: A Fictional Narrative

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Mark paused, staring at the door. It was a wood door with frosted glass, just frosted enough that you couldn't see through it. Mark was almost glad he couldn't see through it with the cries of “I didn't do it!” and the menacing laughs that came after. Mark was waiting for his turn in that unknown room with some unspeakable monster.

He was sitting in a lime green chair, about twenty paces away. He wanted to blot like a dog but he knew that there was no place to hide. It felt like centuries. Wars could have been won or lost. People lived and died. Then it opened. That horrible frosted glass, gruesome monsters door opened. A deep voice from inside commanded “come in”. As I was standing up from the chair I abominated, a little boy came out. he