Oh Boy!!! A Short Story!!!!!!!!!
I awoke. A strange feeling washed over me... very quiet. I look upward, and see the moon through a grated covering of some sort. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the minimal amount of light that shone through. I look downward, I lay on solid dirt.
I look around me, and see my fate. Locked inside some type of stone silo, no doors, no ladders, no windows, only at the top, which by my guess was about 40 feet above this abandoned soul.
As I look about, searching for an escape, or even a reason as to why I'm here, and how I got here, I look at the walls. This stone, not a single pebble stuck out for my grasp, as smooth as a flowing river. No chance of escape by climbing, no tools, and most importantly, no idea of where I am.
I must have searched every damn inch of that cell, hoping, desperatly hoping...
All in vain, nothing of help, just darkness, and the unmistakable acrid odor of death... my death.
I drift off to sleep, trying to ignore the situation, and think of my home, my friends, and how none of them could help me. A feeling so tremendous that it overtook my dreams. I saw visions I never wish to witness again, at any cost. I felt sensations I was sure no human ever had, mixtures of fear, pain and arousal. Lust for freedom, envy of all those who could see three feet in front of them.
My rest seemed brief, but must have been days, as when I awoke, I was surrounded by what I assumed was my own filth. How had I slept for this long, with no disturbance? had I slept, or was I going mad? I stood to walk away from the vile smell, and bumped my head on something. I curse under my breath and looked up. not two inches from my head was a protrusion from the wall. A step? I struggled my way up and started my search from a new perspective. Unfortuanetly, no to avail. I am no closer to answers then I was... however long ago.
"Damn, I want a ciggarette" I muttered to myself, I search my pocket, and by some fortune, I find a pack of Marlboro lights, which I found odd, since it's not my brand. I shrugged it off and put a smoke in my mouth. I dig once again into my pockets in hopes of a lighter... none.
"Fuck"
I dropped to my knees looking desperatly for a book of matches. Of course, I found none.
I drift back to sleep, and to my astonishment, when I awoke, I found a beutifull ray of light shining in, and the stone that was sticking out, had dissapered back into the strangly smooth wall. Upon further inspection, I find a single match. My eyes lit up, I decide to go about this the smart way. I survey my space for anything that will burn. No luck. I sigh, get a ciggarette and strike the match. The Aroma of the Tobbaco wafted through the air, an filled me with a sense of security. Finally, somthing familiar.
A bit more relaxed, I sit and think. Who or what put me here, and what the fuck do they want? Will I die here? Does anyone know I'm gone?
I light another ciggarette with the previous, take a drag, exhale, and watch the smoke... As it drifts downward. And thats when I see it. a bit of the dirt has eroded from my pacing. I take another drag.
I had nothing to dig with, nothing but my hands.
Three hours later, my hands are laced with lacerations, the soil thick with my blood, but I can see my salvation. A door, of some kind. I had no idea where it would lead me, but at that time, I just didn't care. I swung the door open with reckless abandon, and jumped down.
I'm sure my screams could be heard for miles.
I fell, and fell, untill...
This story is now complete. Where it starts, takes place right after it stops. No answers, no clarification. Put your mind in that of the charecter.
I look around me, and see my fate. Locked inside some type of stone silo, no doors, no ladders, no windows, only at the top, which by my guess was about 40 feet above this abandoned soul.
As I look about, searching for an escape, or even a reason as to why I'm here, and how I got here, I look at the walls. This stone, not a single pebble stuck out for my grasp, as smooth as a flowing river. No chance of escape by climbing, no tools, and most importantly, no idea of where I am.
I must have searched every damn inch of that cell, hoping, desperatly hoping...
All in vain, nothing of help, just darkness, and the unmistakable acrid odor of death... my death.
I drift off to sleep, trying to ignore the situation, and think of my home, my friends, and how none of them could help me. A feeling so tremendous that it overtook my dreams. I saw visions I never wish to witness again, at any cost. I felt sensations I was sure no human ever had, mixtures of fear, pain and arousal. Lust for freedom, envy of all those who could see three feet in front of them.
My rest seemed brief, but must have been days, as when I awoke, I was surrounded by what I assumed was my own filth. How had I slept for this long, with no disturbance? had I slept, or was I going mad? I stood to walk away from the vile smell, and bumped my head on something. I curse under my breath and looked up. not two inches from my head was a protrusion from the wall. A step? I struggled my way up and started my search from a new perspective. Unfortuanetly, no to avail. I am no closer to answers then I was... however long ago.
"Damn, I want a ciggarette" I muttered to myself, I search my pocket, and by some fortune, I find a pack of Marlboro lights, which I found odd, since it's not my brand. I shrugged it off and put a smoke in my mouth. I dig once again into my pockets in hopes of a lighter... none.
"Fuck"
I dropped to my knees looking desperatly for a book of matches. Of course, I found none.
I drift back to sleep, and to my astonishment, when I awoke, I found a beutifull ray of light shining in, and the stone that was sticking out, had dissapered back into the strangly smooth wall. Upon further inspection, I find a single match. My eyes lit up, I decide to go about this the smart way. I survey my space for anything that will burn. No luck. I sigh, get a ciggarette and strike the match. The Aroma of the Tobbaco wafted through the air, an filled me with a sense of security. Finally, somthing familiar.
A bit more relaxed, I sit and think. Who or what put me here, and what the fuck do they want? Will I die here? Does anyone know I'm gone?
I light another ciggarette with the previous, take a drag, exhale, and watch the smoke... As it drifts downward. And thats when I see it. a bit of the dirt has eroded from my pacing. I take another drag.
I had nothing to dig with, nothing but my hands.
Three hours later, my hands are laced with lacerations, the soil thick with my blood, but I can see my salvation. A door, of some kind. I had no idea where it would lead me, but at that time, I just didn't care. I swung the door open with reckless abandon, and jumped down.
I'm sure my screams could be heard for miles.
I fell, and fell, untill...
This story is now complete. Where it starts, takes place right after it stops. No answers, no clarification. Put your mind in that of the charecter.