Writing Prompt

I start by slowing down. I need to get in the right mind set to even think about how I’m going to do this.

Breath. Keep breathing.

What is the plan?

No not ready yet?

Keep on breathing.

In through the nose out through the mouth

Freedome is the most important

But you will not subdue to the pressure now breath!!!!

That is the plan?

Well I know that the 4 senses that are available to me I need...

The muzzle of the rifle pushed me a step forward. I pressed my bare feet against the ground trying to keep my balance.

‘Five minutes or I’ll shoot you,’ said a freezing voice, devoid of any emotion, “encouraging” me to start walking. “Get to the end of the maze and you’ll be free. If not, you know what your fate is.’

I tried to contain a cry. They had blind-folded me too well, I couldn’t make mo...

The hush, surrounding me. My eyes cloaked by a tough cotton cloth. I hear the voice of my past beckoning me, pulling me into my darkest depths of my pain. I trudge forward though, yearning for release from the ties that bind my previous life to my new one. My heart, yearns for a fresh start yet I can’t have that until the last memory of pain is cut off, and the person with it. The sun before me, ...

I opened my eyes, but I saw nothing, I panicked thinking I was blind, but reaching for my eyes, I felt the blindfold bound around my head. My fingers roamed over the rough canvas fabric feeling for where it joined together. The back of the blindfold I felt the metal lock binding it together. I began to cry knowing that there was no way to get it off, the tears soaking into the fabric.

A crackle ...

I can’t see. I can’t hear anything else except the faint rustling. I don’t know where I am. I am starting to panic.

“No, no, no, no, no.” I whisper softly to myself. I don’t think anyone is around. My quiet voice starts to gain volume until I am sobbing. I can barely breathe in between my panicked pants.

A thousand thoughts go through my head. I need to slow down and think. First, inhale. Next...

Maze runner....

In my situation being blind fault it was not a big deal. I was already blind to begin with. I just had to use my other senses.

It freaked me out at first. But I had to tell myself you are OK. Lined folded or not makes no difference to you. It will not give you more or less vision.

So once I calmed down I could think more clearly. I listened, I smelled, and I felt.

And slowly but steadily I ma...

There’s something salty on my lips. Could it be a tear that escaped my thick blindfold?

It taste good, I tell myself while licking the traces of the drop. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was...

There’s no time! With trembling fingers, I touch the rough surface of the walls, to find a soft spot. Sometimes softness means hope, even if most of the times is just another illusion.

It’s been years since...

I’m stuck in a maze blind. I feel walls surrounding me as I touch them with my hands. I kick the floor and see if I can feel walls with my feet. The lights are off, so I can’t even try to see through my blind fold. This is a dare so I must keep my blindfold on. I’m alone. I pray and listen. I hear birds singing. I head forward then to the left down a long narrow hall. I run into a wall— it’s ti...

Dazed in abysmal darkness. My sense of awareness was depleted leading me to engage fight or flight instincts. Panic ensued. I must concentrate. Amnesia struck me like a piercing blade as I tried to collect my thoughts. My head was pounding as if I’d ran head first into a concrete wall.

Where am I?

Oh god. I can’t see.

Once I focused myself it became apparent there was a tough fabric rudely accompa...