Inspired by an anonymous user
Write a story about a character trapped alone in a room with no doors or windows.
You could focus on how this situation occured, or the emotional response of the protagonist.
“Help!” I call but I get no reply.
There’s no windows or doors, no furniture, no nothing. The walls are metal and the single lightbulb gives off a cold light. I don’t know how I got here, I just woke up and I was in here.
I don’t know how to get out, I’m trapped....
(Could be the prompt? Not sure about the doors part tho)
I remember mommy. I remember daddy. I remember seeing them dead. I remember their faces. Moms dark hair and kind smile, dads short hair and bright green eyes. I remember blood being spilled on mommy’s white dress and daddy’s suit. I remember their dull eyes. I can’t get the images out of my head, and now I’m here. They numb my thoughts. The...
Finally solitude ￼
No humans around to take me
I lock myself in
I’m scared to come out
Just a young child
Full of doubt
They all snicker
Their red eyes glow
That slut child
That stupid kid
They laugh and mock
They talk and talk
You wonder why I don’t come out?
Can’t you just shut your mouth?
My innocence is exposed
My childhood destroyed
But all you can say is “shut the kids mouth”...
Darkness was the only thing crowding her mind. And the room. Iaci sat in the room all day.
Everyday someone would come up to the room and slip small pieces of meat and moldy bread under the door. And everyday Iaci tried to scream out to them, desperately.
But all they did was laugh at her pathetic attempts and taunt her then leave when she didn’t respond.
She kept the bread in a pile in a corne...
She awoke with a start. Panic and adrenaline setting her veins on fire. Head to toe. No matter how many times she has attempted to explain this feeling to various people over the years. Her husband of twenty something years Doctors, court officials, judges ; all with discrimination and hatred screaming silently from suspicious eyes. Not a hint of compassion concern or empathy. She had never qui...
I am in immense pain. — No, I can't start it like that. — I am in immense pain, but I am getting better.
I shouldn't lie.
I'm dying here. — The truth. — I'm dying in this room. I don't know how I got here and I don't know how to get out. It's moving. The room is moving, I can feel it, and it doesn't stop. I want to make this into a deep metaphor, but I'm not in the mood. — Okay, the room is like...
I was on my phone trying to distract myself from the small space I’ve put myself in. I’d normally take the stairs, but I lived on the eighth floor and I had a meeting in thirty minutes.
Breath in. Breath out.
I was was on my phone trying to ignore the classic dusty metallic smell that surrounded me. The smell isn’t all that different, it still makes me cough with every inhale.
Breath in. Breath...
Have you ever felt true helplessness? A despair so crippling that each breath becomes a laborious event. Every pore gasping for air through the stream of sweat beading up and flowing over your skin like a stone moving over ice. I can sincerely state I hadn’t encountered that not before my divorce. I relive the day I heard the words leave her lips. Truthfully, I wanted to continue our journey as a ...
The darkness was my friend
So I didn’t fight for the light
I trapped myself in this room
Deep in my mind
I boarded up the windows
And locked all the doors
Because if I let myself out
Then my heart would be torn
So I sat in the darkened room
With out a worry nor a care
For this was my safe place
When my mind took me here
The outside world was scary
And full of endless pain
I was fine being h...
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