Writing Prompt
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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.
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Her ears still rang. Lying on hard, damp ground, she raised her self onto an elbow. She felt the back of her head, which was tender to the touch. Moving her hand back into view, she could see blood. Taking stock of her surroundings, her outlook was bleak. Four dark grey walls. Floor. Ceiling. A single, dull, hanging light bulb lit the concrete room. No windows. No doors. No way in… no way out.
She rolled her eyes and laid back. “Not again,” she groaned.
I thought it wasn’t dangerous. Our interactions were all online. I didn’t imagine him as a real person.
This is real though.
I never knew I had ringing in my ears till now. I suppose I made an effort to never be in silence. I can hear my tongue clicking in my dry mouth.
Every time I think I hear someone coming down to the basement, my stomach tightens and I stop breathing.
I thought the stories of young women being lured could never happen to me. I thought I was some how an exception. I always knew deep down it wouldn’t take much to break my wrist and make me submit.
Don’t be like me. Be alert. If you think for a second that you might not be safe, find an older woman and call her mom. She’ll know what that means. Don’t tell yourself you are overreacting. It’s better to be careful than in this fucking basement.
The grey walls are unadorned. The windows look out on nothing but more of the same, grey concrete, occasionally marked by suspiciously dark stains. The floor is grey too, with a drain in the middle. On the left side of the room is a lamp. It has a post-it by the switch: “Are you sure you want to turn this off?” I’m not sure. This is the only source of light—the only thing pushing back against the inky black I _know _is lurking just outside my vision.
I’ve always been afraid of the dark. People told me it was fine, there was nothing lurking in the shadows, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t afraid of monsters, ghosts or ghouls; I was afraid of the _dark. _I just knew that the dark wanted to hurt me, wanted to swallow me up. But what am I supposed to do? This room is endless and inescapable. And the light hurts my eyes. Maybe just for a moment—just to see what happens.
I flick the switch, and the room disappears beneath impenetrable shadows. I am still alone, still in the room, I just can’t see. Worth a try. I flick the light switch up. Click. Nothing happens. I try again, up and down and up and down updownupdownupdownclickclickclickclickclickclick. Nothing—but a noise? I pause. A noise; like footsteps on mulch, not quite a crunch but more of a shifting. They get louder—like they’re getting closer. I try again, flick the light switch frantically, but nothing happens. I guess they were wrong in the end—there is definitely something in the dark.
I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know how to leave. There are no windows or doors. The last thing I remeber is arriving home from the office after a long day and lying in my bed. I woke up in this room to a strange person leaning over and looking me in the eyes. He was about three quarters of my height in an all-black outfit, he had a hood around his silver mask without any features, nothing but two holes carved out. I looked far past the holes and I saw two dark eyes staring into mine. My eyes were too strained to notice how he escaped the room. Now I have nothing. Nothing but thoughts. I stood up wearily and started to search the walls for an exit. Nothing. I searched the floors. Nothing. I simply sat there and waited for something to happen. After hours of waiting, when all hope was lost. The man floated through the wall. I didn’t know what he wanted or why. His boney hand covered by a black glove reached for my arm. He gripped tight and whispered into my ear, “Give up. You will never escape.”
No windows no views No doors into rooms Alone in this large room
Writings on the wall of ways it could end Threads on the floor of dreaded scenes
Too much words thoughts screaming too loud going under but not drowning
Creativity is fleeing like smoke leaving Something’s burning there’s a fire
It’s kissing the walls and eating the floors It’s getting too hazy in hear need help
It’s another writing block -_-
My prison is not of bars on windows, or concrete walls. It’s only windows are my words and the only walls that keep me locked are the walls of my own mind. My prison may not be physical, but its as if I’m chained to a wall, unable to move and left only to hang in the darkness. The darkness is impossible to see through, but I know there’s a presence. A presence of a monster, lurking in the depths. Some days I mange to slip though the chains, and I begin my free fall to freedom thought the dark. But the monster always catches me. He waits for the moment to decimate my shattered pieces. He swallows me whole, churning me within him before spitting me back out, held together only by his slobbery glue. He hangs me back up in the chains, and settled below me, waiting for me to slip once more. This is the cycle of my prison, the cycle of my mind.
I saw her again. That young lady. She watched me, Seraphina, and Jin as we were discussing the weird history of the neighborhood. When I caught her gaze, all of my surroundings started to shift. The walls started twisting and the ceiling started turning. The house became neat and looked young, and in good shape. Jin and Seraphina weren't there anymore; it was just me. The house looked empty, as if the previous owners just moved. There were no windows or doors; it was just a cubicle of a room. The walls were brighter, and full of life. They were a light gray, the light emitting from the ceiling fan made it look sweet and cozy, and the world felt an eerie calmness. The light from the ceiling fan was the only light I had access to. I was confused, I didn't know what was happening to me. It felt like a dream, and I plugged my nose just to make sure. I was awake. There was no dream, this was reality. I stood up and traced my hand along the walls. It felt unnatural and unnerving. I checked my pants for my phone, yet it was not there. Nothing was in my pockets. I didn't have my skateboard either, and I started to get anxious. My hands started to shake, and my heart felt it would jump out of my chest. It all felt like some fever dream; that I'd wake up if I ran into the wall hard enough. The air became stuffy, and I couldn't breathe. My vision became dizzy and I felt my feet were being lifted off the ground, as if someone grabbed my legs and pulled me up. The walls started to close in on me, and my claustrophobia started to skyrocket. I ran into the middle of the room and laid down in a feeble position, with my arms hugging my shins tighty. I sat up in the same position, doing anything I could to keep myself alive a little longer. The walls started to squeeze my sides, and I could feel my ribs cracking. The pain was unbearable; it hurt so badly I bursted into a sob. I squeezed my eyes and started to pray; to pray it was all a dream, it was all in my head. I opened my eyes and I was back in the abandoned building, standing where I had originally. Seraphina yelled my name. "Dude," she began, "you were out of it. You okay?" I nodded my head and sat on a dusty chair, slowly coming back to the real world. I had a headache, and I felt I would throw up. I saw her again. That young lady. She watched me, Seraphina, and Jin as we were discussing the weird history of the neighborhood. When I caught her gaze, all of my surroundings started to shift. The walls started twisting and the ceiling started turning. The house became neat and looked young, and in good shape. Jin and Seraphina weren't there anymore; it was just me. The house looked empty, as if the previous owners just moved. There were no windows or doors; it was just a cubicle of a room. The walls were brighter, and full of life. They were a light gray, the light emitting from the ceiling fan made it look sweet and cozy, and the world felt an eerie calmness. The light from the ceiling fan was the only light I had access to. I was confused, I didn't know what was happening to me. It felt like a dream, and I plugged my nose just to make sure. I was awake. There was no dream, this was reality. I stood up and traced my hand along the walls. It felt unnatural and unnerving. I checked my pants for my phone, yet it was not there. Nothing was in my pockets. I didn't have my skateboard either, and I started to get anxious. My hands started to shake, and my heart felt it would jump out of my chest. It all felt like some fever dream; that I'd wake up if I ran into the wall hard enough. The air became stuffy, and I couldn't breathe. My vision became dizzy and I felt my feet were being lifted off the ground, as if someone grabbed my legs and pulled me up. The walls started to close in on me, and my claustrophobia started to skyrocket. I ran into the middle of the room and laid down in a feeble position, with my arms hugging my shins tighty. I sat up in the same position, doing anything I could to keep myself alive a little longer. The walls started to squeeze my sides, and I could feel my ribs cracking. The pain was unbearable; it hurt so badly I bursted into a sob. I squeezed my eyes and started to pray; to pray it was all a dream, it was all in my head. I opened my eyes and I was back in the abandoned building, standing where I had originally. Seraphina yelled my name. "Dude," she began, "you were out of it. You okay?" I nodded my head and sat on a dusty chair, slowly coming back to the real world. I had a headache, and I felt I would throw up.
Romingo grunted as he hit the cold metal convoy
They start driving off. The road to hell snakes in twists and turns through the facade of verdant paradise. As the convoy weaves its way ever Southward into the heart of the Nafari Lands Romingo thinks about Corin and the disappointment Corin would feel
Never in twenty years has he thought of returning to this god-forsaken place.
Through a thin window, Romingo watched the rolling green peaks rise and fall, punctuated by alpine puffs of craggy windswept rock. Out in the distance, Romingo saw an outline of a mountain range out the window. He would’ve gaped in awe if it wasn’t for the constricting leather bands of the muzzle clenching his jaw shut.
Five heavily- armed soldiers sat across from Romingo warily, fingers tense, ready to flick off the safeties off and suppress any Wolfbane that dared to twitch so much as a muscle. Nail had forced Romingo and other freshly caught Wolfbanes to transform into feral Wolfbanes and then injected Romingo and the others with a drug to prohibit returning to human state for twenty-four hours. Romingo received no food or water since then, and with the heightened metabolism of his Alpha Wolfbane form ate away Romingo’s insides making him feel weaker and sicker than the others.
The more innocent of the new Wolfbanes Might have called it torture. But it would never compare to the torture Romingo would receive for running away
Dozens of Wolfbanes had been lined up and led into a long-haul animal trailer one by one, each one was fastened to the wall by thick chains. Thin window- slits line the trailer's metal walls to let in light and air. Though Romingo assumed the accommodations were made with the soldiers in mind and not for the comfort of cargo. The old memories of Nail crept back into Romingo’s mind He experienced dehumanization which was traumatizing. And certainly more humiliating for him and his kind. Perhaps it was their intention all along. Romingo pulled back from the grim reality that he'd never see Corin again, his home….. Now it felt like the past was happening all over again.
Romingo’s mind had fallen into the traumatic phase the thoughts of being first captured still played in his mind as if he was reexperiencing it again. Romingo tried not to think about how he had his pack captured but he couldn't stop the thoughts.
༆༄༄༄༄༆ It was dark and dreary night misty fog hung low everything was quiet and that's how Romingo liked it. He sat in his bed just staring out the window his reflection stared back he was supposed to be in bed an hour ago but thoughts plagued his mind. He couldn't understand why Wolfbanes were considered monsters the only few humans trusted Wolfbanes his mother was one of them. She was supposed to marry a wealthy commoner from Saria but she never really liked him much. His mother experienced a terrible fire A little girl was stuck inside the building his mother saw a Wolfbane man transform running into the building, many people panicked thinking the girl was easy prey for him but he came out of the fire just before the building collapsed with the little girl riding on his back. Mother fell in love with the man they soon became close friends in secret after a few years they eloped and got married after that they had a family. Though his mother’s father was furious that his daughter would mix with a Wolfband freak let alone marry him. Romingo was brought back to the present when a black SUV pulled up to the house three men stepped out of the car the middle man walked to the door banging on it loudly In the middle of the night. Romingo heard his father’s hurried footsteps go down the hall Romingo tried to hear what they were saying but their voices were muffled sooner they got louder Romingo felt shivers go down his spine as his heart dropped when he heard a gunshot ring out. He heard his mother scream and then ran to his room she came over to him holding him protectively
“It's ok honey, be strong for mommy ok?.”
The men walked up the stairs and then stepped into Romingo’s room the two guys forcibly grabbed Romingo he tried to break free as he squirmed under their grip but they were much stronger than he was. He could hear his mother pleading with them not to take him as the two guys put a muzzle on Romingo. The middle man Romingo saw earlier spoke in a harsh tone “Get a life find a real man and not give birth to a Wolfbane freak.” with that he signaled the two men out of the room, and they roughly led Romingo down the stairs he tried gripping on to anything on the way out he held on to the stair banister for dear life. “Come on! You foolish boy!.” one man said irritably while tugging Romingo by the waist.
“No, I don't want to go with you! I want to stay with my parents!.” Romingo said as the man pulled him off the banister
“Your parents are dead you bitch!.” the man said as he picked Romingo up like a football
“My mom isn't-.”
Just then another shot rang out He heard his mothers scream
“Mother! No!.” Romingo started to cry as they tried to take him out of the house “You guys are the true monsters!.” Romingo whined
“That's right kid, we are the monsters to you because your kind kills off ours, now if you don't want to end up like your parents you will come quietly.” the gruff man said then pointed the gun at Romingo
Romingo let go of the doorpost the man finally carried him out to the SUV ༆༄༄༄༆ Slowly the memory faded as the grim reality came back Romingo was still aboard the convoy prison truck. Romingo was slammed by a wolfbane Romingo winced in pain as the caravan lurched over a deep pothole. Romingo tried shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, but with his movement restricted He could only do a little more than a shiver. One of the guards eyed Romingo nervously, fingering his gun. Before he realized he had done it, a growl escaped Romingo’s throat- his inner beast was confused and angry. How much longer till his rage consumed him Romingo thought. He was able to cut the growl short but the guard snaps to his feet
“Who the hell you growling at, dog?.” he points the gun at Romingo, stepping forward to grind the gun’s muzzle against the leather strap restraining Romingos forehead. Romingo winced in pain “I asked you a question you piece of shit!.”
Romingo couldn't take it anymore before thinking his body acted on its own he lunged for the soldier as hard as he could in his restraints the tip of Romingo’s muzzle jamming itself against the soldier’s hand. the soldier recoiled and for a moment Romingo thought the soldier was gonna shoot at him. One of the other soldiers jumps up with the swiftness of a whip-crack and pulls the offending man down into his seat, exchanging angry-sounding whispered words. Romingo caught something about not killing unless it's absolutely necessary.
Minutes later the transport truck grinds to a halt with a screech of the engine breaks that assaulted Romingo’s sensitive ears causing them to ring painfully. The soldiers opposite of Romingo rose to their feet unlocking Romingo’s restraints as the others open the rear of the truck. Each Wolfbane was lined up in a single file and walked out onto a dusty dirt road in the middle of a lightly wooded field. The area is completely surrounded by a barbed wire fence studded with armed sentries, just like when Romingo first arrived only this time he isn't a helpless little boy.
Romingo smelt the air. The earthy pine reminded him greatly of his former home, Wolvinrock but this was nothing like home. Romingo still smelled the potent as-ever smell of well-oiled machinery and gasoline fumes. His convoy must have turned off the highway not long ago. Romingo tried to shake the thoughts of being lined up and shot here in the middle of nowhere and buried in an unmarked grave. I wouldn't put it past them Romingo thought grimly why didn't they just kill him in the alleyway of Saria why did they bring him back to this awful place? Romingo knew his logic was sound but it didn't stop the animal inside him from screaming.
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