Writing Prompt

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...

I couldn’t see what was up ahead, but I knew. I knew exactly what it was.

The smell of stale alcohol, the breathing pattern, it was him. My father. I approached slowly, dreading every step.

My heart was racing as I got closer… Just a few more steps now… Even though I was blindfolded, I screwed my eyes up from the fear. I thought I had escaped him once and for all, yet here he was, haunting me aga...