General Fiction posted October 17, 2019 |
A little something ...
Dead End
by Heather Knight
I can't breathe. My heart is beating so fast and so loud that I'm afraid it might crack a rib.
My hands are sweaty. Beads of perspiration trickle down my forehead and run into my eyes. I can feel the salty liquid stinging my fragile corneas.
The room is cold and it's cloudy outside, probably raining, but I'm immersed in a burning hell of my own making.
My mind is racing. I can do this. I have to. Just eight minutes left. I have to slow down. I need to think...
Maybe if I calm down, I'll be able to write a story for the contest before work.
Halloween Flash Fiction contest entry
I can't breathe. My heart is beating so fast and so loud that I'm afraid it might crack a rib.
My hands are sweaty. Beads of perspiration trickle down my forehead and run into my eyes. I can feel the salty liquid stinging my fragile corneas.
The room is cold and it's cloudy outside, probably raining, but I'm immersed in a burning hell of my own making.
My mind is racing. I can do this. I have to. Just eight minutes left. I have to slow down. I need to think...
Maybe if I calm down, I'll be able to write a story for the contest before work.
My hands are sweaty. Beads of perspiration trickle down my forehead and run into my eyes. I can feel the salty liquid stinging my fragile corneas.
The room is cold and it's cloudy outside, probably raining, but I'm immersed in a burning hell of my own making.
My mind is racing. I can do this. I have to. Just eight minutes left. I have to slow down. I need to think...
Maybe if I calm down, I'll be able to write a story for the contest before work.
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