Writing Prompt

“ realizing I could not feel my legs. I looked down. And the weird thing was my legs were still there.” I did not understand this. Somethings wrong! Really wrong. How can I still have my legs but I can’t feel them? I felt myself starting to panic! is this a nightmare? Or is this in real life? What is happening to me? Could someone please give me some answers?

I heard someone say oh good you are ...

I woke up one cold morning with a strange sensation. I could not feel my legs. I looked under the covers and boy was I surprised. I had a tail. A freaking mermaid tail!

Understandably, I was kind of loosing my mind. How on earth did I have a tail when yesterday I was running around with legs? I was so confused that I started flopping around and accidentally fell out of bed. That hurt a lot.

My...

You wake up and can’t feel your legs. Then you look down. You furrow your eyebrows.

“This isn’t right’ you think in confusion.

Then you take in a deep breath. You catch the smell of the ocean. The tang of sea salt and the smell of seaweed on the rock.

‘Hang on! What am I doing on a ruddy rock? This is ridiculous!’ Then your mind drifts back to the night before.

Your fiancée had dumped you ...

My legs were broken and covered with scratches an whip marks. I let out a blood cuddling scream with a loud sob. I see the cellular door open.

"You're finnaly awake." he says as he lifts me up into a wheelchair. I cry and pled for him to stop but I know that this was the end....

You wake up, cannot feel your legs, and then you look down

Shaking off the grogginess, you note with a frown,

that the dentist standing there at the end of your bed

with a mask on his face and a cap on his head

and a syringe half filled with a Novocain blend

exclaims with a smirk “Oops sorry, wrong end!”...

Smell...fresh meat?

Or are they being defrosted?

I know this smell coming from a refrigerator. Where I used to work.

Animal flesh being slaughtered

and packed for human consumption...

where am I?

I can’t see anything in here.

Am I being transported in this...vehicle?

I am trying to move my legs but they are packed inside...a box?

What about my arms?

They are stuck to the side of my body...

The fish was floating a few inches above my bathroom countertop. She was my fish, that was understood in the dream logic of it, but my fish wasn’t a calico koi betta. The reached out my hand toward the fish and it fell onto the countertop gasping. I grabbed the nearest container, filled it with water and tried to scoop the fish into it. Before I could get it back into the water it rose and began t...

“You can remove the bindings,” I whispered as my voice pushed down my sensitive throat.

The doctor stood beside me with a calm face. “There are no bindings.”

I looked down and saw my body. I couldn’t see my legs. “What did you do to me.”

The doctor started pacing around my bed. “Well, I didn’t.” He stopped. “You were chosen. I didn’t want to do this.” He looked around as he was being listened ...

I woke to a strange humming noise and the odd sense that something was very wrong. Shock gripped my heart as I realized I could not feel my legs. Willing the top part of my tired achy body to rise I looked down and could see the outline of my legs. They appeared to be just beneath the thin white sheet that covered me. My mind teetered between relief that I was till in tact and fear of how I had go...

I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a meteor. My nose was congested and my throat sore. I had no feeling in my fingers and my legs were numb. Perhaps that was better than actually feeling them though. I looked down and they were strapped to the bottom of the cryogenic pod. A hiss sounded and I could practically feel the moisture run into the coffin-like box. The buckles clicked and loosened sli...